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 come from?'" asked Fen. "Whose are they?"

"Yours, apparently. It's very queer that you shouldn't remember your own things, I must say. Let's put them here, where the light makes such pretty colors in them. Now," he said, having arranged them satisfactorily, "tell me when you leave Venezia."

"We sail to-morrow afternoon," said Fen, with his eyes on the iridescent bubbles. "We're going around to Capri to pick up my Aunt Cynthia, and then we're going to stay at Naples for a while."

"What's your Aunt Cynthia like?" asked Siddereticus.

"I don't know," said Fen. "I only saw her when I was very little, before she went abroad, an' I don't remember. She 's quite old, though," he added.

Siddereticus, to whose mind the name of Cynthia had called a charming picture,