Kenneth and Mr.Watson also left the party at Florence，as the boy artist wished to remain there for a time to study the pictures that Uncle John so bitterly denounced.The others went on to Venice，which naturally proved to the nieces one of the most delightful places they had yet seen.Mr.Merrick loved itbecause he could ride in a gondola and rest his stubbya legs，which had become weary with tramping through galleries and cathedrals.These last monuments，by the way，had grown to become a sort of nightmare to the little gentleman.The girls were enthusiastic over cathedrals，and allowed none to escape a visit.For a time Uncle John had borne up bravely，but the day of rebellion was soon coming.
"No cathedrals in Venice，I hope？"he had said on theirarrival.
"Oh，yes，dear；the loveliest one in the world！St.Mark's is here，you know.""But no St.Paul's or St.Peter's？""No，Uncle.There's the Saluta，and the—""Never mind.We'll do that ?rst one，and then quit.What they build so many churches for I can't imagine.Nobody goes to 'em but tourists，that I can see."He developed a streakb of extravagance in Venice，andpurchased Venetian lace and Venetian glassware to such an extent that the nieces had to assure him they were all supplied with enough to last them and their friends for all time to come.Major Doyle had asked for a meerschaum pipe and a Florentine leather pocket book；so Uncle John made a collection of thirty—seven pipes of all shapes and sizes，and bought so many pocketbooks that Patsy declared her father could use a different one every day in the month.
"But they're handy things to have，"said her uncle，"and we may not get to Europe again in a hurry."This was his excuse for purchasing many things，and itwas only by reminding him of the duty he would have to pay in New York that the girls could induce him to desist.
This customs tax worried the old gentleman at times.Before this trip he had always believed in a protective tariff，but now he referred to the United States customs as a species of brigandage worse than that of Il Duca himself.
They stopped at Milan to visit the great cathedral，andthen raced through Switzerland and made a dash from Luzerne to Paris.
"Thank heaven，"said Uncle John，"there are no cathedralsin gay Paree，at any rate.""Oh，yes there are，"they assured him."We must see Notre Dame，anyway；and there are a dozen other famous cathedrals."Here is where Uncle John balkeda.
"See here，my dears，"he announced，"Not a cathedral will I visit from this time on！You can take a guide and go by yourselves if you feel you can't let any get away from you.Go and ?nd another of Mike Angelo's last work；every church has got one.For my part，I've always been religiously inclined，but I've been to church enough lately to last me the rest of my natural life，and I've fully determined not to darken the doorsof another cathedral again.They're like circuses，anyhow；when you've seen one，you've seen 'em all."No argument would induce him to abandon this position；so the girls accepted his proposal and visited their beloved cathedrals in charge of a guide，whose well of information was practically inexhaustible if not remarkable for its clarity.
The opera suited Uncle John better，and he freely revelledin the shops，purchasing the most useless and preposterous things in spite of that growing bugbeara of the customs duties.
But ?nally this joyous holiday came to an end，as all goodthings will，and they sailed from Cherbourg for New York.
Uncle John had six extra trunks，Patsy carried a French poodle that was as much trouble as an infant in arms，and Louise engineered several hat—boxes that could not be packed at the last minute.But the girls embarked gay and rosy—cheeked and animated，and in spite of all the excitement and pleasure that had attended their trip，not one of the party was really sorry when the return voyage began.