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22 THE ISLES AND SHRINES OF GREECE
seems as if we were there for weeks. Without it our
Greece would not be one half so dear to us as it
is. There in the sunshine amid the flowers we lay
on the grass and wove wreaths of superb crimson
gowans while some one read aloud. We dutifully
read to the end, but the circle of listeners grew con-
stantly smaller as we strolled away to the other side
of the island or wandered over the ruins of the old
fort. Would you not like to stray among blooming
crocuses in November, gathering handfuls of cycla-
men and Jack-in-the-pulpits? We plucked them fresh
a dozen times a day and then marvelled that they
grew no less.
" A thousand happy memories will always cling to
Vido: the delightful sea-bathing at full noon; the
hot afternoons that we spent on the bluff, listening
to the military music floating across the water from
the fortress; the cool evenings when the wandering
musicians from Corfu serenaded us with mandolin
and guitar, while the Zingara flirted, the tenor sang
and we danced on the bluff.
" On the last day we gave an afternoon tea. We
received on the veranda of our little cottage, as the
tent had already been taken down. Our guests were
three Greek gentlemen and the United States Consular
Agent from Corfu. As a government official, the lat-
ter was allowed to land on the island, but he could
only come as far as the boundary railing. We stood
behind another bar, ten feet away, and balanced his
refreshments on the end of a long rail. The rest of
us drank our tea from little blue-spotted bowls which
the Consul had sent us from Corfu. A little Dutch
plate of great antiquity, that we had brought from
seems as if we were there for weeks. Without it our
Greece would not be one half so dear to us as it
is. There in the sunshine amid the flowers we lay
on the grass and wove wreaths of superb crimson
gowans while some one read aloud. We dutifully
read to the end, but the circle of listeners grew con-
stantly smaller as we strolled away to the other side
of the island or wandered over the ruins of the old
fort. Would you not like to stray among blooming
crocuses in November, gathering handfuls of cycla-
men and Jack-in-the-pulpits? We plucked them fresh
a dozen times a day and then marvelled that they
grew no less.
" A thousand happy memories will always cling to
Vido: the delightful sea-bathing at full noon; the
hot afternoons that we spent on the bluff, listening
to the military music floating across the water from
the fortress; the cool evenings when the wandering
musicians from Corfu serenaded us with mandolin
and guitar, while the Zingara flirted, the tenor sang
and we danced on the bluff.
" On the last day we gave an afternoon tea. We
received on the veranda of our little cottage, as the
tent had already been taken down. Our guests were
three Greek gentlemen and the United States Consular
Agent from Corfu. As a government official, the lat-
ter was allowed to land on the island, but he could
only come as far as the boundary railing. We stood
behind another bar, ten feet away, and balanced his
refreshments on the end of a long rail. The rest of
us drank our tea from little blue-spotted bowls which
the Consul had sent us from Corfu. A little Dutch
plate of great antiquity, that we had brought from