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This Priest made my informant promise that he would, on no account, allow the Bambino to be borne into the bedroom of a sick lady, in whom they were both interested. He endeavoured, in another case of which he had no other knowledge than such as he gained as a passer-by at the moment, to prevent its being carried into a small unwholesome chamber, where a poor girl was dying.
And when he had kissed her in the dawn he had been kissing a child, playfully, kindly, as a big brother might. And if he kissed her now it would mean nothing to her. And if it did mean something just a little more to him, that did not matter. "Bambina mia!" he said. "I am not a bambina," she said, turning towards him again. "Yes you are." "Then you are a bambino." "Why not?
"No," she said, shaking her head; "I love you always best, only I want you to look at the bambino and love him; I used only to want you to love me." "And did you expect me to come again so soon?" said Tito, inclined to make her prattle.
"Bambino mio, bambino mio," wailed Mary Beatrice, as she pressed her child to her bosom, and murmured to him in her native tongue. "And did they say he was not his mother's son, his poor mother, whose dearest treasure he is! Oime, crudeli, crudelissimi! Even his sisters hate him and will not own him, the little jewel of his mother's heart!"
"I think 'bambino' would be nice," suggested Maria; "he's such a darling baby." "Si, but he will soon be grown up" put in Andrea; "I was wondering how Marco would do." Andrea shook his head.
"Oh, of course, my bambino, of course, a man 'of a kind, or there would be no peace disturbed. You want to tell me, I see. Proceed then; there is no reason why you should not. I am secret. I have seen much. I have no prejudices. As you will, however; but I can see it would relieve your mind to tell me.
In the foreground is a grotto, in which is seated the Virgin Mary, with Joseph at her side and the miraculous Bambino in her lap. Immediately behind are an ass and an ox. On one side kneel the shepherds and kings in adoration; and above, God the Father is seen surrounded by clouds of cherubs and angels playing on instruments, as in the early pictures of Raphael.
He hastened toward her with outstretched hand. With a pretty gesture of the fragile sewing she ignored the hand. "Yes, I dared not trust you. You might paint in the Bambino face instead of mine, by mistake." She approached the chair and seated herself carelessly. The Bambino slipped meekly through the arm to the floor. "Zano told me" he began. "Yes, I know. He was very tiresome.
She is almost as monstrous as yonder figure of the Virgin, in a hoop, and with a huge crown and a ball and a sceptre; and a bambino dressed in a little hoop, and in a little crown, round which are clustered flowers and pots of orange-trees, and before which many of the faithful are at prayer.
"He is a perfect gondolier." "Yes; but he is so unapproachable. One could never get confidential with him; one would never ask him about his wife and children, and think how delighted Vittorio was to tell us about each individual bambino!" "It would not be of much use to ask him," Uncle Dan interposed hastily. "For he hasn't any." "I have an idea he is poor," said Pauline.
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