IN Milan we spent most of our time in the vast and
beautiful Arcade or Gallery, or whatever it is
called. Blocks of tall new buildings of the most
sumptuous sort, rich with decoration and graced with
statues, the streets between these blocks roofed over
with glass at a great height, the pavements all of
smooth and variegated marble, arranged in tasteful
patterns--little tables all over these marble streets,
people sitting at them, eating, drinking, or smoking
--crowds of other people strolling by--such is the
Arcade. I should like to live in it all the time. The
windows of the sumptuous restaurants stand open,
and one breakfasts there and enjoys the passing
show.

We wandered all over the town, enjoying whatever
was going on in the streets. We took one omnibus
ride, and as I did not speak Italian and could not
ask the price, I held out some copper coins to the
conductor, and he took two. Then he went and got
his tariff card and showed me that he had taken only
the right sum. So I made a note--Italian omnibus
conductors do not cheat.

Near the Cathedral I saw another instance of
probity. An old man was peddling dolls and toy
fans. Two small American children bought fans,

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