She had a cheery manner and chatted upon all sorts of pleasant subjects, so that after a time Lorna began to forget her "jim-jams" and even to volunteer a remark or two, instead of confining her conversation to monosyllables.
Certainly any girl must have been hard to please who did not enjoy herself.

The motor drive was one of the loveliest in Italy.

They passed through glorious scenery, all the more beautiful as it was the blossoming time of the year and flowers were everywhere.

On a marshy plain, as they reached Paestum, the fields were spangled with the little white wild narcissus, growing in such tempting quantities that Miss Morley asked the driver to stop the char-a-banc, and allowed all to dismount and pick to their hearts' content.
"Isn't the scent of them heavenly!" said Lorna, burying her nose in a bunch of sweetness.
"Luscious!" agreed Mrs.Clark.

"I think the old Greeks must have gathered these to weave garlands for their heads when they went to their festivals.