"If I could stay here till it is time to go home, I should n't be homesick at all," she declared.
"But what a pity it would be not to see Italy!" said her mother. "Think of Naples and Rome and Venice."
"I don't want to think about them. It makes me feel as if I was studying a great long geography lesson, and it tires me so to learn it."
"Amy, dear, you're not well."
"Yes, I am,—quite well; only I don't want to go away from Nice."
"You only have to learn a little bit at a time of your geography lesson, you know," suggested Katy; "and it's a great deal nicer way to study it than out of a book." But though she spoke cheerfully she was conscious that she shared Amy's reluctance.
"It's all laziness," she told herself. "Nice has been so pleasant that it has spoiled me."
It was a consolation and made going easier that they were to drive over the famous Cornice Road as far as San Remo, instead of going
