three in the morning
Katy , wishing to leave a pleasant impression , made Mabel kiss her waxen fingers toward them . This sent the children off into another fit of laughter and chatter , and they followed our friends for quite a distance as they proceeded on their way to the hotel . All that night , over a sea as smooth as glass , the `` Marco Polo '' slipped along the coasts past which the ships of Ulysses sailed in those old legendary days which wear so charmed a light to our modern eyes . Katy roused at three in the morning , and looking from her cabin window had a glimpse of an island , which her map showed her must be Elba , where that war-eagle Napoleon was chained for a while . Then she fell asleep again , and when she roused in full daylight the steamer was off the coast of Ostia and nearing the mouth of the Tiber . Dreamy mountain-shapes rose beyond the far-away Campagna , and every curve and indentation of the coast bore a name which recalled some interesting thing . About eleven a dim-drawn bubble appeared on the horizon , which the captain assured them was the dome of St. Peter 's , nearly thirty miles distant .