A journey of joy

It was the close of a gusty day in late November when two persons sat watching the early dusk close down upon the outside world. A long line of light still lingered behind the p...

By the first of April Gabriella had viewed from the steamer’s deck her first walled town, that once famous city named for the Berber sheikh, Tarif Ibn Malek. The picturesque gro...

Miss Cavendish was not disappointed in her optimistic belief in the kindliness of the Italians, for after Sorrento was reached and the three tired, but happy travellers had deci...

“Such a gay little cavalcade we are,” said Gabriella, looking back over the long white road which wound along the cliffs above the bluest of seas and beneath the bluest of skies...

Another day found the travellers on their way to Rome. Yielding to Sidney’s persuasions and those of three fellow _pensionnaires_ Miss Cavendish took first-class tickets that th...

“Rome is so big, so impossible to get acquainted with in less than years of time, that I think we would do as well to go on,” said Miss Cavendish at the end of two weeks spent i...

The consequence of the morning’s adventure was that Miss Cavendish hurried away from Florence before these dangerous meetings should be repeated, and although Gabriella would li...

“All of Italy that remains for us is to be compressed into the next two or three days,” said Sidney regretfully, as she watched the last red sail fade from sight upon the lagoon...

It was a temptation to linger in the region of the beautiful Italian lakes, but two days sufficed to give the trio such glimpses as made a lasting impression, and it was still M...

The week at Lucerne was one of perpetual rain, and the feast of Corpus Christi, which took the trio to the place at this special date, was a grand fizzle, for if it had drizzled...

Two rooms high up in a modest little hotel just off the “Dam” were considered satisfactory quarters for the three travellers who arrived in Amsterdam late one evening in early J...

“I had no idea we should find Antwerp so interesting,” said Sidney a few days later. “Holland I expected to be all that it proved; a fascinating place where one would like to sp...

There was no lack of cheerful and even entertaining chatter at Madame Morelle’s table. Her house was a popular one, for it offered many attractions to the sojourner in Paris; th...

Much was crowded into the next few weeks, for, with all Paris to see and the important matter of gowns and hats to attend to, there was little idle time. Since Gabriella’s extra...

Once out of Paris Gabriella’s spirits revived and her love of the novel and artistic asserted itself. Youth loves change, and indeed, for most sorrows there is perhaps no better...

It was not without trepidation that the three travellers embarked at Dieppe. Visions of a long and rough passage across the Channel arose before them and they watched the recedi...

Upon the board-walk of a quiet seaside resort Miss Cavendish and Sidney were briskly pacing. In front of them were Gabriella and the elder Miss Bailey in earnest conversation. T...

There was a great gathering of townspeople and country people in the old town of Oxford. “What can be going on?” exclaimed Miss Cavendish, who, with her girls, was turning the c...

The train soon bore them to their next stopping-place, “Durham’s Gothic shade,” and here Miss Cavendish became eloquent and declared her allegiance given. “It is so splendidly a...

It was at Holyrood that the two girls next evinced their mild madness for kilts and claymores. All morning they had been gathering up a new vocabulary, conversing excitedly of s...

Miss Cavendish sat in a large easy chair pouring over a volume of Wordsworth. Her fine profile was outlined against the green of growing plants in the window and the long lines...