Diary entries concerning innocent Americans abroad.
</blockquote><p>“Our conversation continues!
He is come to tell me I may lunch with him, the progress of my new composition permitting—but immediately he sees I have not moved, not even to dress myself, or put pen to paper.
You have a look of puzzlement on your face, little Lotte! he says, and again, I fear he is about to laugh.
Indeed, sir, I do! I said. Because I am puzzled! Greatly puzzled!
Look! he cried. She gesticulates! You are perhaps at heart una italiana!”</p></blockquote>