. Little journeys abroad . ose eyes glistenedat the recollection, giving a long storyof old-time marriage observances in Ger-many, while the bachelor of our party,a quiet, literary Frenchman, listenedwith a gentle, pitying expression. Feelinga little out of it all, as neither lookingback upon matrimonial experiences orlooking forward to anything of the kindjust at present, we slipped away for ourafternoon walk. Just as we passed thedoor of the salon, some one flung it open,and there stood the bride in her whitedress and wreath, nodding and smilingto us; and a tall handsome Italian girl,who see
. Little journeys abroad . ose eyes glistenedat the recollection, giving a long storyof old-time marriage observances in Ger-many, while the bachelor of our party,a quiet, literary Frenchman, listenedwith a gentle, pitying expression. Feelinga little out of it all, as neither lookingback upon matrimonial experiences orlooking forward to anything of the kindjust at present, we slipped away for ourafternoon walk. Just as we passed thedoor of the salon, some one flung it open,and there stood the bride in her whitedress and wreath, nodding and smilingto us; and a tall handsome Italian girl,who seemed to have been bridesmaid,came out in the hall, gracefully incliningher pretty head. So, we congratulated ourselves, as wewalked along by the Arno, we had reallyseen a great deal of the wedding. It A WEDDING AT OUR PENSION. i83 was a clear, bright day in February, andthe sun fell warmly clown on the Luno;Arno, and touched the curls of the littlegirl who ran toward us holding outbunches of violets; while her father stood,. PONTE VECCHIO, FLORENCE. laughing, at the foot of Garibaldis monu-ment, beside his great basket of purplered, and white anemones, primavera, tulips,and white lilacs. Yes; we bought theviolets, — for who could resist the little dim-pled face?—and went on our way towardthe Cascine, looking with delight at the 184 LITTLE JOURNEYS ABROAD. purple light on the mountains and theolive-trees drawn like a silver veil acrossthe landscape, and at the shallow, pebblyriver flowing at our side. The Cascinewas gay with carriages that afternoon,for the military band was to play, andthe fashionable world of Florence hadcome to hear it. Cavalry officers cara-coled about the coupes, which held beauti-fully dressed ladies and children; andbicyclists spun along toward the moresecluded roads; and elderly gentlemen,mounted on roan horses, trotted calmlyby. Beggars and flower-women andon-lookers crowded the paths borderedby myrtle and bay-bushes in flower, andsat on the wooden b
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