Roman Fever

From the table at [which:what] they had been lunching two American ladies of ripe but well-cared-for middle age moved [across:towards] the lofty terrace of the Roman restaurant and, leaning on its parapet, looked first at each other, and then down on the [outspread:outside] glories of the Palatine and the Forum, with the same expression of vague but benevolent approval. As they leaned there a girlish voice echoed up gaily from the [stairs:ladder] leading to the court below. "Well, come along, then," it cried, not to them but to an invisible companion, "and let's [leave:learn] the young things to their knitting," and a [voice:volume] as fresh laughed back: "Oh, look here, Babs, not actually knitting" "Well, I mean figuratively," rejoined the first. "After all, we haven't left our poor parents much else to do.. . ." At that point, the turn of the stairs engulfed the dialogue.