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side of the walls of Rome, called the Pamfili Doria. How 

 beautiful and lovely this place was I can scarcely tell my 

 little friends. There were long alleys and walks of the 

 most beautiful trees ; there were winding paths leading to 

 all manner of beautiful grottos, and charming fountains, 

 and the wide lawns used to be covered with the most 

 lovely flowers. There were anemones that looked like little 

 tulips, growing about an inch and a half high, and of all 

 colors, blue, purple, lilac, pink, crimson, and white, and 

 there were great beds of fragrant blue and white violets. 

 Is to the charming grace and beauty of the fountains that 

 were to be found here and there all through the grounds, 

 I could not describe them to you. They were made of 

 marble, carved in all sorts of fanciful devices, and grown 

 over with green mosses and maidenhair. 



What spirits little Miss Flo had, when once set down in 

 these enchanting fields ! While all her mistresses were 

 gathering lapfuls of many-colored anemones, violets, and all 

 sorts of beautiful things, Flo would snuff the air, and run 

 and race hither and thither, with her silky ears flying and 

 her whole little body quivering with excitement. Now she 

 would race round the grand basin of a fountain, and bark 

 with all her might at the great white swans that were 

 swelling and ruffling their silver-white plumage, and took 

 her noisy attentions with all possible composure. Then she 

 would run off down some long side-alley after a lot of 



