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Thankful enough she was to have the franc; but still, as you may suppose, signora, she had to think a good deal and work hard to keep us. The elder children had all been put to a school near by, a nice school, but where Babbo had had to pay for them; now that was changed. Fausta and Flavia and Teresa were sent to the convent of the Doratei Sisters, and Marc Antonio to the Frate Scalopi.
Well, in a few minutes, adagio, adagio, little by little, they told her how it was. Near the Porta San Niccolò a heavy load of bricks had been overturned, and poor Babbo, who was passing at the time, had been badly hurt. His fine gray mule Giannetta was killed. So two troubles came together.
Artois thought, "I have seen you there without consciously noticing you." "You live there?" he said. "Si, Signore; I live with my mamma and my Patrigno." "Your Patrigno," Artois said, merely to continue the conversation. "Then your father is dead?" "Si, Signore, my Babbo is dead." They were on the plateau now, before the house.
Oh me! where is that deep humility with which to confound that pride of sensuality of theirs, by which in their great avarice they commit simonies, buying benefices with gifts, or flatteries, or money, dissolute and vain adornments, not as clerics, but worse than seculars! Oh me, sweet my Babbo, bring us a remedy!
When everything was over and the house quiet, the poor soul felt her heart die in her breast, and would have been glad to lie down and die too; but no, she could not. She had to take out the purse and count the money again, and then she found that after buying a reserved grave for Babbo at the Campo Santo at Trespiano she would have just enough to pay the rent for the next six months.
Hermione grunted her laughter, pleased. 'Bel giovanotto she said. The cat reached forward again and put his fine white paw on the edge of the saucer. Hermione lifted it down with delicate slowness. This deliberate, delicate carefulness of movement reminded Ursula of Gudrun. 'No! Non e permesso di mettere il zampino nel tondinetto. Non piace al babbo. Un signor gatto cosi selvatico !
You must always love them as much as I love you, and you must teach them how to be good boys, which I cannot do so well as you can. God preserve and bless you, my own Arnold. My heart beats as if it would fly to you, my own fierce creature. We shall very soon meet. Love your, BABBO.
La Mamma did her best: the weaving was over, she could not have found much more weaving to do, even if Babbo had been able to bear the noise of the loom, but she knitted, and sewed, and did what she could. Still, the money melted away.
The investigation now being carried on by a committee appointed by the University of Pennsylvania, under the conditions of a bequest from the late Mr. Seybert, will, it may be hoped, tend to clear up the mystery. Babbo was a good man, signora. He was a carrier, and he had only a little time at home; but then he always played with the little ones and made them happy.
The boy smiled, and raised himself on one elbow; his eyes twinkled with good-humored malice. "My Babbo has much better wine than quel signore," he said. "But that is wrong!" cried Goneril, quite shocked. "Who knows?" After this, conversation flagged. Goneril tried to imagine what a great musician could be like: long hair, of course; her imagination did not get much beyond the hair.
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