CHAPTER IX.
A ROMAN HOLIDAY.
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H dear!" said Mrs. Ashe, as she folded her letters and laid them aside, "I wish those Pages would go away from Nice, or else that the frigates were not there."
"Why! what's the matter?" asked Katy, looking up from the many-leaved journal from Clover over which she was poring.
"Nothing is the matter except that those everlasting people have n't gone to Spain yet, as they said they would, and Ned seems to keep on seeing them," replied Mrs. Ashe, petulantly.
"But, dear Polly, what difference does it make? And they never did promise you to go on any particular time, did they?"
