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They were all glad, I can tell you, and I guess these boys won't say I can't fight again in a hurry," he added triumphantly. "Oh, that is exciting news!" Lucia exclaimed, "Roderigo told me he had an uncle here. Did he have a big scar on his face, Beppino?" "Yes," Beppi replied eagerly, "he got it in the Tripoli war.
Beppi did not bother to reply, but he acted on the advice, and selected a big lemon drop that looked hard and everlasting, and set about sucking it contentedly. Lucia walked quickly over the grass to a small white-washed cottage a little distance away. She approached it from the side and peeked through one of the tiny windows.
She put them on slowly as if to prolong the pleasure. "When she was ready she looked at as much of herself as she could see in the small mirror, and smiled happily. "I look very nice, I think," she said frankly. "Then we are ready," Nana exclaimed, getting up, "we had better start up the hill." "Yes, do let's go," Beppi insisted, "I know we are going to be late."
"No," the Captain shook his head, "we sleep in a lovely house that belongs to a friend of mine in Rome." Beppi tried to be polite but Captain Riccardi saw the disappointment in his eyes, and patted his small head. "Are you sorry?" he laughed. "Oh, no, he is not," Lucia contradicted hastily, "he will like sleeping in Rome, won't you, my pet?" Beppi hung his head.
"Then you must write to me often," the Captain laughed, "I get so few letters and I will treasure them. I will want to know just how you and Beppi and Nana spend each day, and what tricks Garibaldi is up to." "I shall tell you everything," Lucia promised, eagerly, "every tiny little thing, and you will write back?" "Yes, as often as I can," the Captain promised.
Lucia asked excitedly, "here quick, Nana, get me some hot water, I will wash it as I saw Sister Veronica wash the soldiers. There, there, darling, it will soon be better." With trembling fingers Nana and the old servant, Amelie, brought a basin and a towel, and Lucia bathed the wound. It was a deep cut and poor Beppi winced as the water touched it.
Lucia kept time by the chimes of the clock, and at ten she turned out the light. "I am coming to bed beside you," she explained as Beppi protested, "I think the light will hurt your head." She took off her dress and slipped on her nightgown. Beppi snuggled contentedly into her arm, and she went on with her stories.
"Tell me a story," Beppi demanded when she was lying beside him once more, "I'm all awake again and my face hurts." "What shall it be about?" Lucia asked, stroking his hair. She was still trembling from the reaction of her adventure, and Beppi's warm little body snuggled close in her arms was comforting.
She spoke very seldom and always in a high querulous voice. "So you're back at last, are you?" she greeted, when the children were within hearing. "Supper's been on the stove for too long. What kept you?" "Very busy day, Nana," Lucia spoke in much the same tone she had used towards Beppi. "I had to help Aunt and Maria at market. More troops have arrived and the streets are crowded."
"I saw the soldiers go away," Beppi said, pushing her face from him as she tried to kiss him again, "and they looked so fine with their shiny hats. It was while I looked at them that old crosspatch ran away. I did have a chase, I can tell you, she had such a big start." "Are you very hungry, little one?" Lucia asked gently. "I should have brought bread with me, but I did not think."
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