This rough picnicking life, in Venice of all places, is a curious little experience; but I made up my mind last time we were here that we would venture our precious selves in no more hotels.

The heat, the mosquitoes, the horrors of the food, were too much.

Here we have a garden, a kitchen, a cool sitting-room; and if I choose to feed Paul on _tisane_ and milk-puddings, who is to prevent me?
'....Paul has just come in, with victory written on his brow.

The English consul was of no use; but, as he was strolling home, he went into St.
Mark's, and there, of course, found them! In the church were apparently all the English people who have as yet ventured to Venice; and these, or most of them, seemed to be following in the wake of a little party of four persons--two ladies, a gentleman, and a lame girl walking with a crutch.

An excited English tourist condescended to inform Paul that it was "the great English actress, Miss Bretherton," who was creating all the commotion.