and there a clock
tower, here and there the bridge over a side canal. "O mother!" she
cried, "we have seen nothing like this! nothing like this!"

"I am glad it don't rain at least," said Mrs. Copley. "But it can't be
healthy here, Dolly; it must be damp."

And when they all met at breakfast, and plans for the day began to be
discussed, she declared that she did not want to see anything.

"Not St. Mark's?" said Lawrence.

"What is St. Mark's? It is just a church. I am sure we have seen
churches enough."

"There is only one St. Mark's in the world."

"I don't care if there were a dozen. Is it better than the church we
went to see--at that village near Wiesbaden?"

"Limburg? Much better."

"Well--that will do for me."

"There is the famous old palace of the Doges; and the Bridge of Sighs,
Mrs. Copley, and the prisons."

"Prisons? You don't think I want to go looking at prisons, do you? Why
should I? what's in the prisons?"

"Not much. There has been, first and last, a good deal of misery in
them."

"And you think that is pleasant to look at?"

Dolly could not help laughing, and confessed she would like to see the
prisons.

"Well, you may go," said her mother. "_I_ don't want to."

Lawrence saw that Dolly's disappointment was like to be bitter.

"I'll tell you what I'll show you, Mrs. Copley, if you'll trust
yourself to go out," he said. "I have got a commission from my mother
which must take me into one of the wonderful shops of curiosities here.
You never saw such a shop. Old china, of the rarest, and old furniture
of the most delightful description, and old curiosities of art out of
decayed old palaces, caskets, vases, trinkets, mirrors, and paintings."

Mrs. Copley demurred. "Can we go there in a carriage?"

"No such thing to be had, except a gondola carriage. Come! you will
like it. Why, Mrs. Copley, the streets are no broader than very narrow
alleys. Carriages would be of no use."

Mrs. Copley demurred, but was tempted. The gondola went better by day
than in the night. Once out, Lawrence used his advantage and took the
party first to the Place of St. Mark, where he delighted Dolly with a
sight of the church. Mrs. Copley was too full of something else to
admire churches. She waited and endured, while Dolly's eyes and mind
devoured the new feast given to them. They went into the church, up to
the roof, and came out to the Piazza again.

"It is odd," said Dolly--"I see it is beautiful; I see it