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"Hear, hear! we will do it, and if Italy doesn't get over her little revolution in time for us to go to Rome, we must content ourselves with some nook in this refuge for all wanderers on the face of the continent," said Amanda.

"But I like Geneva so much. It's such fun to watch the splendid waiters file in at dinner, looking like young gentlemen ready for a hall; the house is so gay, and the shops!—never did I dream of such richness before. Do stay another week and buy a few more things," prayed Matilda, who spent most of her time gloating over the jewelry, and tempting her sister to buy all manner of useless gauds.

"No: we will go to-morrow. I know of several good pensions at Vevey, so we are sure of getting in somewhere. Pack at once, and let us flee," returned Lavinia, who, having bought a watch, a ring, and a locket, felt that it was time to go.

And go they did, settling for a month at Bex, a little town up the valley of the Rhone, remarkable for its heat, its dirt, its lovely scenery, and the remarkable perfection to which its inhabitants had brought the goître, nearly every one being blessed with an unsightly bunch about the neck, which they