塔托成为了大家庭中的一员，女孩们搜遍服装店为她置办合适的衣服，教她各种礼节，塔托进步快得让人惊讶。孩子们还和约翰叔叔谋划如何得到她父亲容许使她们在一起的时间更长些，还希望能带她到美国小住……
Tato was now one of the family.They left Taormina the next day，and Frascatti drove all the girls in his victoria to the station.
"You must come again，signorini，"said he，lookingregretful at their departure."Next year the fountain of the ice cream soda will be in operation，like those you have in Chicago，which is America.Our culture increases with our civilization.It is even hinted that Il Duca is to abandon our island forever.He has been interesting to us，but not popular，and you will not miss him when you come again to ？nd he is not here.If this time he has caused you an inconvenience，I am sorry.It is regrettable，but—""But it is so！"said Patsy，laughing.
Tato was again transformed.Patricia，who was the smallest of the three nieces，though not especially slim，had quickly altered one of her own pretty white gowns to fit the child，and as she was deft with her needle and the others had enthusiastically assisted her，Tato now looked more like a fairy than ever.
It was really wonderful what a suitable dress could do for the tiny Sicilian maid.She had lost her free and boyish manner and become shy and retiring with strangers，although when in the society of the three nieces she was as sweet and frank as ever.She wore her new gown gracefully，too，as if well accustomed to feminine attire all her life.The only thing now needed，as Patsy said，was time in which to grow her hair，which had always been cut short，in boyish fashion.
They were a merry party when they boarded the train for Syracuse，and Uncle John arranged with the guard to secure two adjoining compartments all to themselves，that they might have plenty of room.
"Where did you put the money，Uncle John？"Bethwhispered，when at last they were whirling along and skirting the base of Mt.Etna toward the Catania side.
"I've hidden it in my trunk，"he replied，in the sameconfidential tone."There is no bank in this neighborhood to receive it，so I decided to carry it with us.""But will it be safe in the trunk？"she enquired.
"Of course，my dear.Who would think of looking there for fifty thousand dollars？And no one knows we happen to have so much money with us.""What did the Count—I mean，Mr.Weldon—do with hisransom？""Carries it in his satchel，so he can keep it with him and have an eye on it.It's a great mistake，Beth，to do such a thing as that.It'll make him uneasy every minute，and he won't dare to let a facchino handle his grip.But in my case，on the other hand，I know it's somewhere in the baggage car，so I don't have to worry."The journey was a delightful one.The road skirteda the coast through the oldest and most picturesque part of Sicily，and it amazed them to observe that however far they travelled Etna was always apparently next door，and within reaching distance.
At Aci Castello they were pointed out the seven Isles of the Cyclops，which the blind Polyphemus once hurled after the crafty Ulysses.Then they came to Catania，which is the second largest city in Sicily，but has little of historic interest.Here they were really at the nearest point to the mighty volcano，but did not realize it because it always seemed to be near them.Eighteen miles farther they passed Leontinoi，which in ancient days dared to rival Siracusa itself，and an hour later the train skirted the bay and Capo Santa Panagia andslowly came to a halt in that city which for centuries dominated all the known world and was more powerful and magni？cent in its prime than Athens itself—Syracuse.
The day had become cloudy and gray and the wind whistled around them with a chill sweep as they left their coach at the station and waited for Kenneth to ？nd carriages.Afterward they had a mile to drive to their hotel；for instead of stopping in the modern town Uncle John had telegraphed for rooms at the Villa Politi，which is located in the ancient Achradina，at the edge of the Latomia de Cappuccini.By the time they arrived there they were blue with cold，and were glad to seek the warm rooms prepared for them and pass the remainder of the afternoon unpacking and "getting settled.""I'm afraid，"said Patsy，dolefully，"that we shall miss thebright sunshine and warmth of Taormina，Tato.""Oh，it is not always warm there，nor is it always cold here，"replied the child."Indeed，signorina，I have heard that the climate of Siracusa is very delightful.""It doesn't look it，"returned Patsy；"but it may improve."The interior of the hotel was comfortable，though，however bleak the weather might be outside.A good dinner put them all in a better humor and they passed the evening watching the strangers assembled in the parlors and wondering where they had come from and who they were.
"That money，"whispered Uncle John to Beth，as hekissed her good night，"is still as safe as can be.I've lost the key to my trunk，and now I can't even get at it myself.""Lost it！"she exclaimed.
"Yes；but that won't matter.It's the big trunk that holds the things I don't often use，and if I can't unlock it no one else can，that's certain.So I shall rest easy until I need something out of it，and then I'll get a locksmitha to pick the lock.""But I wish you hadn't lost the key，"said the girl，thoughtfully.
"Strikes me it's good luck.Pleasant dreams，my dear.
I can fancy Arthur Weldon lying awake all night with his dreadful thirty thousand tucked under his pillow.It's a great mistake to carry so much money with you，Beth，for you're sure to worry about it."The next morning when they came down to breakfast they were all amazed at the gorgeous sunshine and the genial temperature that had followed the dreary afternoon of their arrival.Syracuse was transformed，and from every window of the hotel the brilliant glow of countless ？owers invited one to wander in the gardens，which are surpassed by few if any in the known world.
