"I feel a richer, better woman for it, and don't believe I shall ever see any thing more satisfactory if I stay in Italy ten years," responded Lavinia, wrapping the red army-blanket
"Like a martial cloak around her."
"Wait till the spell of Rome is upon you, and then see what you will feel, my Granny," predicted Amanda, who had felt the spell, and had not yet escaped from it.
"Don't believe it will suit me half so well," persisted Livy, who would prefer nature to art, much to Amanda's disgust.
"We shall see," observed Amanda, with the exasperating mildness of superior knowledge.
"We shall!" and Livy tied her cap in a hard knot as if to settle the matter.