Who was so wicked as to call Lucerne "drab"? If it were I, I don't
remember it, and I never will acknowledge it, though the printed word
stare me in the face. After the rain it shone out in radiant
colors,--the pretty city with its quaint bridges, and the Venice-look of
some of the stone houses that rise directly from the lake; the water
plashing softly against their foundations, the little boats moored by
their sides. People who have seen Venice are at liberty to smile in a
superior way if they wish. We, who have not, will cherish our little
fancies until reality verifies them or proves them false.