I am Frascatti Vietri; perhaps you have heard of me in America ?" "If I have it has escaped my memory," said Uncle John, gravely.
"Have you been to America ?" asked Beth.
"Surely, signorina.

I lived in Chicago, which, as you are aware, is America.

My uncle had a fruit shop in South Water, a via which is Chicago.

Is it not so?
You will find few in Taormina who can the English speak, and none at all who can so perfectly speak it as Frascatti Vietri." "You are wonderful," said Patsy, delighted with him.

But Uncle John grew impatient to be off.
"I hate to interrupt you, Mr.Vietri," he hinted; "but if you can spare the time we may as well make a start." The driver consented.