The life story of an ugly duckling (1924)

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Seeks New Ponds and Puddles 193 and the wild grass grew rankly about our feet. When we were tired of defying the past, we wandered back and found the attendant. "Why," asked Mr. Child, "do they try to keep people out of that nice, restful spot yonder?" "Because," replied the attendant respectfully, "we are expecting it to cave in at any moment." Having left Mrs. Child at home, all I could see was the headline in New York papers — "Out of the ruins were dragged the American Ambassador and Marie Dressier, the actress." I find in Italy all that wonderful artistry that I never thought I'd get a chance to enjoy; things I have been starved for all my life. Yet I don't try to "do" all the galleries, all the museums on the Marathon plan, just that I may be able to say I have seen them all. I like to browse around and find just the sort of things in pictures and sculpture which appeal to me and then it pleases me to go back to the same ones again and again. I have a squatter's claim on a spot in Verona — I go there so often to get my favorite view of Dante's statue. I've been to Verona eight times just to stand in front of it.