. Three Vassar girls in the Tyrol. m-entine, Elsie and Dorothy joiningwith hearty good-will in the college-songs were voteda great success, and Mrs. Ponsonbydeclaring that she had heard a greatdeal in praise of American negro melo-dies, Dorothy sang to great applausesome Creole songs which she hadlearned from Mr. Cable. Elsie fan-cied that Mrs. Ponsonby did not enjoy seeing America carry off all the honors, and complaining that the seaton the box was too chilly for her, she induced Gilbert Austin to inviteCaroline Ponsonby to take her place for the homeward drive. Shewas reward
. Three Vassar girls in the Tyrol. m-entine, Elsie and Dorothy joiningwith hearty good-will in the college-songs were voteda great success, and Mrs. Ponsonbydeclaring that she had heard a greatdeal in praise of American negro melo-dies, Dorothy sang to great applausesome Creole songs which she hadlearned from Mr. Cable. Elsie fan-cied that Mrs. Ponsonby did not enjoy seeing America carry off all the honors, and complaining that the seaton the box was too chilly for her, she induced Gilbert Austin to inviteCaroline Ponsonby to take her place for the homeward drive. Shewas rewarded by a seat beside Mrs. Ponsonby, who entertained herby giving her detailed information in regard to the counts titles,possessions, accomplishments, and character. (I put the words in theorder of the importance which they occupied in the ladys mind.) In short, my dear, he is quite a catch, Mrs. Ponsonby concluded, but he is fully aware of his own importance, and shows no dispositionto marry. He is probably waiting for an CAROLINE PONSONBY. 34 THREE VASSAR GIRLS IN THE TYROL. The day concluded, as the former one had done, with music in the hotel hall, and the girls retired, assuring the count and Gilbert Austin that it had been one of the very pleasantest of their European tour. So it might have remained in their memories had not Dorothy / . bethought herself that she intended to copy the words of one of the Italian songs, and descended again to the hall. It was deserted, but the music layupon the piano, the gas was still burn-ing, and she sat down to copy thewords. The night was warm, andthe windows were open; two gentle-men were smoking on the veranda,and their conversation was distinctlyaudible. Listen, Gilberto, said the count; amigo mio, I am greatly interessain Madamazella Dorothea. Howdifferenta from the donna Inglezza! My father has often told me that American girls have no equals. The signore is right. Tell me, Gilberto. These ladies maketheir journey to Lago
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