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"Beppi is too lazy," the Captain laughed, "he is always asleep under the flower bushes, but tell me," he continued gravely, "are you ever homesick?" "Homesick." Lucia considered for a moment, "For Maria, yes, but for Cellino, no. I like to think of it, but I want always to live here." "Good," the Captain smiled, "then you won't mind my going away?" "Back to fight?" Lucia inquired.
And the bad girl when she saw the poor soldier wounded was sorry she had teased him, and she never did it again. And because she was good all kinds of nice things happened to her. She found her fairy godfather, and he had a magic carpet, and first thing you know she was in the middle of a beautiful garden with her little " "Oh, bother, I knew that wasn't a real story," Beppi protested.
With a cry of joy she started off up the tiny trail that led higher up into the rocks. "Beppi, Beppi!" she called, and stopped. Still no answer, but she was not discouraged for the guns were making so much noise that she realized her voice could not carry any great distance. The rain was coming down in earnest now, and it was hard to keep from losing her footing on the slippery rocks.
"Oh, sister, you never told me that!" Beppi said accusingly. "Where are they from?" "The south mostly," Lucia replied, "fine soldiers they are too, if you can judge by their looks." "Which you can't," old Nana interrupted shortly. "Stop your talking and come in to supper."
Beppi giggled, and from the pocket of his little tunic he produced the pink paper bag. "Two left," he announced as he opened it, "and both long ones. Here's yours and here's mine. Garibaldi's been eating grass all day, so she's not hungry." Lucia accepted the candy, and they both had a drink of milk. Then Beppi snuggled down in his sister's arms and his eyelids grew heavy.
Surely Beppi and Nana were with her and Aunt Rudini; it could not be otherwise. With a guilty start she remembered Garibaldi. Where was she, and what had become of her in all the terrors of yesterday? Lucia could not remember having noticed her after she left the footbridge. Was she safe in the mountains, or lying dead in a shell hole?
"An Italian citizen on the face of things, but in their hearts " Lucia instinctively mimicked Roderigo's gesture. She knew too, that argue though she might, she would interfere. When she reached the garden she heard Beppi crying and saw a light in his window above. Beppi did not cry very often and by the sound she thought he was in pain. She hurried into the house and ran upstairs.
"Then come back and sit down," Beppi insisted, taking his hand. The Captain returned to his chair and Beppi perched on the arm of it. "Now begin," Lucia said, "we are listening." "Well," Beppi took a long breath. "This afternoon I was tired of playing in the garden and I went out into the road.
"He is not naughty," she protested angrily, "and he may be lost this very minute. Anyway I am going to find him and I am not coming home until I do. If you are afraid to stay here go to Maria, she and aunt will look after you, and when I find Beppi I will meet you there." Nana Rudini protested excitedly, but Lucia did not wait to hear what she said.
Nana, now that she knew that Beppi was not going to die, started scolding him for not looking where he was going, but Lucia sent her downstairs. "He is too tired to listen to-night, Nana, and anyway he will be careful. Do go away and rest a little, you must be tired." When Nana had left, Lucia returned to the bed and sat down.
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