She was a gypsy girl.  Gathered with her family & walking down the streets of Rome.  They stopped at the Trevi Fountain to gaze at the sculptured marble backdrop.  She walked to the stone rim edge of the fountain & looked down at the sparkling allure of the coins that sat at the bottom of the pool.  They reminded her of her own treasure & she reached into her beaded purse, past the rusted skeleton key without its lock & past the handmade handkerchief with her initials embroidered on it to the bottom of her purse where there sat a row of charms strung together.  She pulled them out & gazed at the 17 handmade glass beads in soft periwinkle blue, autumn topaz, rich ivory & a touches of goldstone.  These beads, for her, were filled with curiosity & magic!  She stared in wonder at the multicolored pillboxes & felt the glass relief on the decorated pillow beads.   With delight, she rolled the tube beads between her fingers & though she had never told a soul, she believed the large amulet bead in the middle had the power to bring her good fortune.