These last monuments, by the way, had grown to become a sort of nightmare to the little gentleman.

The girls were enthusiastic over cathedrals, and allowed none to escape a visit.

For a time Uncle John had borne up bravely, but the day of rebellion was soon coming.
"No cathedrals in Venice, I hope ?" he had said on their arrival.
"Oh, yes, dear; the loveliest one in the world! St.Mark's is here, you know." "But no St.Paul's or St.Peter's ?" "No, Uncle.

There's the Saluta, and the--" "Never mind.

We'll do that first one, and then quit.