CHAPTER XVI.
"Mamma," said Isabel, as we gathered in the hotel vestibule for the start to Pompeii, "is really not fit to undertake it." "You'll excuse me, Aunt Caroline," remarked the Senator, "but your complexion isn't by any means right yet.

It's a warm day and a long drive.

Just as likely as not you'll be down sick after it." "Stuff!" said Mrs.Portheris.

"I thank my stars _I_ have got no enfeebled American constitution.

I am perfectly equal to it, thank you." "It's most unwise," observed Mr.Mafferton.
"Darned--I mean extremely risky," sighed Dicky.
Mrs.Portheris faced upon them.