I like travelling by vetturino.

The fatigue is small, and if you take a supply of books with you the time does not hang fire.

We had some old Balzacs, which came new (he is one of our gods--heathen, you will say) and we had, besides, Charles Reade's 'Love me Little, Love me Long,' which is full of ability.

Then Peni had his pony as a source of interest.

The pony was fastened to the vettura horses, and came into Rome, not merely fresh, but fat.