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She did not have any idea what time it was, and she knew that it would be impossible to leave Beppi until he was quiet. She hardly touched the tempting tray that Amelie brought her, and her voice trembled as she asked what time it was. "Ten minutes after seven," Amelie told her after she had carefully consulted the big hall clock. "Oh!" Lucia was surprised and relieved.
My mother came from your beautiful Napoli, and Nana, that is my grandmother, says I inherited my foolish love of gay clothes from her. Nana does not like gay clothes, but my father always liked me to wear them." "Then your mother is dead too?" Roderigo asked respectfully. "When I was a little girl, and when Beppino was a tiny baby. Beppi is my little brother," Lucia explained.
"I don't tell me an exciting one about guns and war." "Very well I'll try, but be still," Lucia gave in, well knowing that she would not have to go very far. "Once upon a time," she began, "there was a soldier. He had very big eyes, and he came from the south where the sun is very warm and the sky and the water are very, very blue." "Was he brave?" Beppi interrupted sleepily.
"I will like it," he admitted, "but it will not be as exciting as sleeping on a train." "No, of course it won't, but it will be lots more comfortable, and you see I have to think of that," the Captain explained, "but I promise you some day we will sleep in a train, and on a boat, or any old place you like, how's that?" "I will tell you afterwards," Beppi replied noncommittally.
"It's just about Roderigo and Maria and the Captain and you. And oh, Lucia, how silly you are, you called yourself the bad girl when really you're the goodest in the whole world." "Am I, Beppino mio?" Lucia laughed. "I don't think so." "Well, I say you are," Beppi replied, drowsily, "and the Captain thinks so too, so " He dropped off to sleep.
"Well, it is high time to go home, I am tired," her mother replied crossly. "Hurry with what you are doing." Lucia was busy closing the big umbrella. "It is late, I will have to hurry, or Beppi will have let all my goats run away he and his dreams. He is a lazy little one, but I can't bear to scold him," she said. "He is too little to understand." Her aunt nodded.
Where is Beppi?" she cried. Garibaldi did not exactly reply, but she stepped a little to one side, and Lucia saw Beppino curled up on a bed of dry leaves sheltered and snug from the storm, and sleeping quite as contentedly as he did on the mattress in the attic at home. Lucia ran to him and shook him.
It was, how to slip out of the house the next morning without disturbing the already suspicious Beppi. Lucia found Beppi asleep in the grass, curled up in the same position that he had been in earlier in the day. One of his little hands had tight hold of the precious pink bag, and a sticky smile of blissful content turned up the corners of his full red lips.
Lucia inquired gently, as she smoothed the fat, hard pillows in an attempt to make a rest for the old gray head. "Yes, go to bed, child," Nana replied, and without more ado she closed her eyes and went to sleep. Lucia climbed up the ladder to the loft, and was soon cuddled down beside Beppi in a bed of fresh straw.
"No, not for a couple of hours," the Captain laughed. "Are we really going in an automobile?" Beppi demanded, "like the one the King came in?" "Yes, just like that, and then we go in a train for a long time," the Captain explained. "Do we sleep in the train?" Beppi's eyes were as round as saucers.
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