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In the middle of it stood a lusty and jolly contadino, nor stood, merely, but stamped with all his might, and danced amain; while the red juice bathed his feet, and threw its foam midway up his brown and shaggy legs.
There was a pause. "What do you want?" said Mrs. Melrose, haughtily, determined to assert herself. Thyrza came in slowly. She held a bunch of dripping Michaelmas daisies. "Shall I get a glass for them? I thowt mebbe you'd like 'em in here." Netta thanked her ungraciously. She remembered having seen the girl the night before, and Anastasia had mentioned her as the daughter of the Contadino.
The feeling of the cenacolo blent here with feelings of Ruth's cornfields, and the white square houses with their flat roofs enforced the illusion. Here we slept in the middle of a contadino colony. Some of the folk had made way for us; and by the wheezing, coughing, and snoring of several sorts and ages in the chamber next me, I imagine they must have endured considerable crowding.
To the left foams the Taro, following whose rocky channel we should come at last to Pontremoli and the Tyrrhenian sea beside Sarzana. On a May-day of sunshine like the present, the Taro is a gentle stream. A waggon drawn by two white oxen has just entered its channel, guided by a contadino with goat-skin leggings, wielding a long goad.
Caper accordingly looked it over, and finding that it was there, marked it off for him. 'Padrone mio, thank you, said the man, evidently determined, since he had found out a scholar, to keep close by him. 'Seventeen! called out the tombola-crier. 'C o! said the contadino, with joy in his face; 'seventeen is always my lucky number. My wife was seventeen years old when I married her.
Do you anticipate a knock and 'If you please, ma'am, Mrs. and the Misses Watson'? Good Heavens visitors on Monte Amato!" He smiled, but he persisted. "Never a contadino, or a shepherd, or" he looked down at the sea "or a fisherman with his basket of sarde?" Maurice moved in his chair, and Gaspare, hearing a word he knew, looked hard at the speaker.
Their very beautiful garden was in charge of a foolish fellow, who, not being content with his wage, squared accounts with their steward and hied him back to Lamporecchio, whence he came. Among others who welcomed him home was a young husbandman, Masetto by name, a stout and hardy fellow, and handsome for a contadino, who asked him where he had been so long.
Let his attitude be that of the contadino in some vast church in Italy, who walking into the cool dark gazes round-eyed at the twinkling candles ahead of him in the vague, and that he may recover himself a little leans against a pillar for a while, his hat against his heart and his lips muttering an Ave.
"Yes, yes; only hold me." "Gemma, you must know that I am poor. I have told you often how the palace in Florence is shabby, eaten up with moth and rust. The Villa at Certaldo is falling into ruins too. I am poor." "You have an automobile, servants, horses; you stay here at the best hotel." "I should not be poor for a contadino but I am for a prince," he said impatiently and with emphasis.
For, put the case you be travelling in Italy, ask your contadino, that is, the next country-fellow you meet, some question, and presently he ballots you an answer with a nod, which is affirmative; or a shake with his head, which is the negative box; or a shrug with his shoulder, which is the bossolo di non sinceri. Good! But ingratitude must not discourage an honest man from doing good.
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