fully. "The gondola isn't very much by itself."
"But the gondola never is by itself. It's the centre of everything. It's all Venice and a living creature besides,—something like a person's heart. Of course I don't mean the gondolas on the souvenir spoons!" she added, with the little ripple, that was so much prettier than a definite smile. Decidedly, Miss Beverly was not stupid.
"You row, of course?" May had considered her question to be quite in line with the conversation. "Is it very difficult?"
"Not after you get the knack. That is, the forward oar gets going after a while. I rather think you would have to begin almost in long clothes as these gondoliers do to get anything like their skill in really handling the boat."
And now, in reply to Uncle Dan's artful substitute for a compliment, one of the prospective frights remarked: "Mr. Daymond says they have a lighter oar
