A young lady who had returned from a tour through Italy with her father informed a friend that he liked all the Italian cities, but most of all he loved Venice.
“Ah, Venice, to be sure!” said the friend. “I can readily understand that your father would like Venice, with its gondolas, and St. Markses and Michelangelos.”
“Oh, no,” the young lady interrupted, “it wasn’t that. He liked it because he could sit in the hotel and fish from the window.”
