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Updated: May 24, 2025
"Your mango then is a whole breakfast, toast, drink, and fruit," I said. When we all met next morning, again under the bamboo grove, the good Padre said: "If you were lost in your woods at home, you would soon wander and die; but if you were lost here, you could live for years." "Then let us go into such a forest of Eden," I replied, and held out my hands to Fil and Filippa.
Put to the question, Melazzo denounced Terlizzi, and together with him Cabane, Morcone, and the others. Further, his confession incriminated Filippa, the Catanese, and her two daughters, the wives of Terlizzi and Morcone. Of the Queen, however, he said nothing, because, one of the lesser conspirators, little more than a servant like Pace, he can have had no knowledge of the Queen's complicity.
There, like a string of pearls hanging from the golden Equator, I found thousands of wonderful islands of all sizes, but only two of them are very large. I found also my new and kind young friends: Fil; his sister Filippa; Fil's boy playmate named Moro, who came from the large southern island; their parents and friends; and the good Padre.
Please show me your handkerchief, Filippa," said the Padre. Filippa handed him a little square of linen cloth, so thin and watery in color, or absence of color, that I could look through it. "In your country, that little handkerchief would be worth twenty-five dollars. It is woven from the very thin fibers drawn from pineapple leaves, and is called Pina cloth, or Pina linen."
"Why, it's turpentine; it's paint," I said. "I didn't think you'd do this to me, Moro." "Swallow it anyway. That turpentine smell lasts only a second," explained Filippa. I tried another mango, and found it to be the juiciest and sweetest fruit that I ever ate, dripping wine, full of refreshment in a hot climate, food and drink and medicine in one.
"I know little about practical, mechanical affairs; tell me more," urged Filippa. "We have petroleum oil, just as America has; also, lead and paint ores. We have burnt-out volcano hills, composed of sulphur down into their deep hearts." "That is like a very bad place, way down below, that I have read about," interrupted Moro; and Fil's mother and the Padre shook their fingers at him for joking.
The ants have escaped, because they have eaten the whole beam and have gone elsewhere for food." "Can't you catch and destroy such awful pests?" I asked. "Oh, yes! It's great fun," replied Filippa. We place a pail of water in a dark place, and light a candle which floats on a saucer. The ants fly to the light.
The orchestra sang, whistled, snapped, strummed. The music flowed in waltzes; it jerked in Castilian measures; it whispered. It serenaded, while Fil carried a mandolin with a ribbon. Filippa dropped her handkerchief: Fil gracefully picked it up. He danced in pleading. He showed all the pretty steps he could do.
"You should think so," answered her father. "It is the lanete. Its wood is so strong and pliable, that your violin was made from part of one." "Here's a skipping rope," exclaimed Filippa. "No, a boat rope," explained Fil. "That is really the bejuco rattan vine," remarked the Padre, who knew botany and the lore of nature.
The Queen sat on his right, making but poor pretence to eat; her lovely young face was of a ghostly pallor, her dark eyes were wide and staring. Among the guests were the black-browed Evoli and his brother-in-law, Terlizzi; Bertrand of Artois and his father; Melazzo, that other creature of Charles's, and Filippa the Catanese, handsome and arrogant, but oddly silent to-night.
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