to me, and if he
would spare her life, and take her away in the cars, he could have my
watch and scarfpin, and he took them, and they went to the cars.

"She looked back at me with the saddest face I ever saw, and said:
'O, sir, it is all a terrible dream, and I will see you in Naples, and
explain all,' and now, by Christmas, I want to go back to town and find
her, and rescue her from that jealous husband," and dad got up and we
started for the car.

The man and his wife went down on the car ahead of us, and dad wouldn't
believe they were regular bunko people, who play that game everyday on
some old sucker, but the man that runs the car told me so.

I can be responsible for dad in everything except the women he meets.
When it comes to women, your little Hennery don't know the game at all.

Yours,

Hennery.

CHAPTER XVIII.

The Bad Boy Makes Friends with Some Italian Children--Dad Is
Chased by Lions from the Coliseum--"Not Any More Rome for
Papa," Says Dad.

Rome, Italy.--My Dear Old "Pard:" Well, sir, if you could see me now,
you wouldn't know me, because foreign travel has broadened me out so
I can talk on any subject, and people of my age look upon me as an
authority, and they surround me everywhere I go and urge me to talk.
The fact that the boys and girls do not understand a word I say makes
no difference. They do not wear many clothes here, and there is no style
about them, and when they see me with a whole suit of clothes on, and
a hat and shoes and socks, and a scarf-pin on my necktie, they think
I must be an Americano that is too rich for any use, or something that
ranks with a prince at least, and the boys delight to be with me and do
errands for me, and the girls seem to be in love with me.

There is no way you can tell if a girl is in love with you, except that
she looks at you with eyes that are as black as coal, and they seem to
burn a hole right into your insides, and when they take hold of your
hand they hang on and squeeze like alamand-left in a dance at home, and
they snug up to you and are as warm and cheerful as a gas stove.

[Illustration: It brought on a revolution 227]

Say, I sat on a bench in a plaza with a girl about my age, for an hour,
while the other girls and boys sat on the ground and looked at us in
admiration, and when I put my arm around her and kissed her on her
pouting lips, it brought on a revolution. An Italian soldier policeman
took me by the neck