塔托偷走了钱！虽然在真相大白的时候大家都很难过，但新的旅行很快让他们将一切不愉快抛到了脑后。他们到佛罗伦萨欣赏了早期绘画大师的作品，到威尼斯参观了各种教堂，到巴黎参观了巴黎圣母院……
The faces of the group，as Uncle John ？nished reading，were worth studying.Arthur Weldon was white with anger，and his eyes blazed.Silas Watson stared blankly at his old friend，wondering if it was because he was growing old that he had been so easily hoodwinkeda by this saucy child.Beth was biting her lip to keep back the tears of humiliation thatlonged to trickle downb her cheeks.Louise frowned because she remembered the hard things Tato had said of her.Patsy was softly crying at the loss of her friend.
Then Kenneth laughed，and the sound sent a nervousshiver through the group.
"Tato's a brick！"announced the boy，audaciouslyc."Can't you see，you stupids，that the thing is a good joke on us all ？Or are you too thin skinned to laugh at your own expense？""Oh，we can laugh，"responded Uncle John，gravely."But if Tato's a brick it's because she is hard and insensible.The loss of the money doesn't hurt me，but to think the wicked little lass made me love her when she didn't deserve it is the hardest blow I have ever received."That made Patsy sob outright，while Louise ejaculated，with scorn："The little wretch！""It serves us right for having con？dence in a child reared to crime and murder from the cradled，"said Arthur，rathersavagely."I don't know how much money I am worth，but I'd gladly spend another thirty thousand to bring this wretched creature to justice.""Money won't do it，"declared the lawyer，shaking hishead regretfully."The rascals are too clever to be caught in Europe.It would be different at home.""Well，the best thing to do is to grin and bear it，andforget the unpleasant incident as soon as possible，"said Uncle John."I feel as if I'd had my pocket picked by my best friend，but it isn't nearly as disgraceful as being obliged to assist the thief by paying ransom money.The loss amounts to nothing to either of us，and such treachery，thank goodness，is rare in the world.We can't afford to let the thing make us unhappy，my friends；so cheer up，all of you，and don't dwell upon it any more than you can help."They left Syracuse a rather solemn group，in spite ofthis wise advice，and journeyed back to Naples and thence to Rome.There was much to see here，and they saw it so energetically that when they boarded the train for Florence they were all fagged outa and could remember nothing clearly except the Coliseum and the Baths of Carracalla.
Florence was just now a bower of roses and very beautiful.But Kenneth lugged them to the galleries day after day until Uncle John declared he hated to look an "old master"in the face.
"After all，they're only daubs，"he declared."Any ten—year—old boy in America can paint better pictures.""Don't let anyone hear you say that，dear，"cautionedPatsy."They'd think you don't know good art.""But I do，"he protested."If any of those pictures by old masters was used in a street—car 'ad'at home it would be money wasted，for no one would look at them.The people wouldn't stand for it a minute.""They are wonderful for the age in which they were painted，"said Kenneth，soberly."You must remember that we have had centuries in which to improve our art，since then.""Oh，I've a proper respect for old age，I hope，"replied Uncle John；"but to fall down and worship a thing because it's gray—haired and out—of—date isn't just my style.All of these 'Oh！'s'and 'Ahs！'over the old masters are rank humbug，and I'm ashamed of the people that don't know better."And now Arthur Weldon was obliged to bid good—bye to Louise and her friends and take a train directly to Paris to catch the steamer for home.His attorney advised him that business demanded his immediate presence，and he was obliged to return，however reluctantly.