I hope we can buy a waterproof
or shawl and a hat in Naples for you?"
"Yes," said Mae, meekly, "I have my waterproof here. I think I will put
it on now, please," and she began nervously to untie the shawl strap.
Norman put her fingers gently aside, and unbuckled it for her. He handed
her the long deep-blue cloak, which she put tightly about her, drawing
the hood over her head. "You look like a nun," said Norman, smiling.
"I wish I were one," replied Mae, with a choke in her throat. She was
growing very penitential and softened.
"What shall we do now?" asked Mr. Mann. "We have a long time to wait. If
you feel like walking, we can find a pleasanter spot than this."
"Go anywhere you please," replied Mae meekly. "What is the matter with
you?"--for Norman had a very amused expression in his brown eyes.
"I hardly recognize you. Not a trace of fight so far, and it must be two
hours since we met."
"Don't," said Mae, with her eyes down, so of course he didn't, but the
two just marched quietly along back on the Sorrento road towards some
high rocks.
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