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Of course you have seen, even in our day, hour, quarter-hour, and minute glasses." "I used to practice by an hour glass," Jean replied quickly. "At least it was a quarter-of-an-hour glass, and I had to turn it four times." "It would be strange not to have clocks and watches, wouldn't it?" reflected Giusippe as they walked back to the hotel. "I guess it would!" Hannah returned emphatically.
"You see other people did invent something, Giusippe. Here in England in some of the older houses there are windows made of tiny pieces of white glass leaded together; people were not able at that time to get large sheets of glass such as we now use, and I am not sure that these windows made of small leaded panes were not prettier.
Paul's Cathedral of which he had heard so much. So they set out. On reaching the church Giusippe regarded it with awe. How unlike it was to his well loved St. Mark's. And yet how beautiful! "These mosaics, like the ones we shall see at the Houses of Parliament, were not first made and then put up on the walls as were those such as Salviati and other Venetians shipped from Venice," explained Mr.
"But Salviati's mosaics were not like those here, señor," put in Giusippe, "because the San Marco mosaics were constructed upon the walls, small cubes of glass being pressed into the moist cement to make the picture. This gave a rough, irregular surface which artists say is far more artistic than is Salviati's smooth, glassy work.
"Perhaps you would be willing, young man, to tell us more about yourself," said he at last. "You work in the glass factory, you say. Have you been long there?" Giusippe smiled, showing two rows of dazzling white teeth. "So long, señor, that I cannot remember when I was not there. And before me was my father, and my grandfather; and before that his father; and so on back for years and years.
You will, señorita, see much of this beautiful work while you are here in Venice." "I want to, Giusippe; and I want to get some to take home. May I, Uncle Bob?" Mr. Cabot nodded. "Your story is like a fairy tale, Giusippe," said he. The boy smiled with pleasure. "It is a wonderful story to me because it is the story of my people. And, señor, there is much more to tell, but I must not weary you.
The figure was that of a girl a girl with wind-tossed hair who, with head thrown back, stopped a moment and looked full into the sunset. It was Miss Ethel Cartright of New York, Giusippe's beautiful lady of Venice! The voyage from Liverpool to Boston was thoroughly interesting to Giusippe.
I forgot no one could understand anything in this queer, upside-down town where the streets are water when they ought to be land." To her utter astonishment, however, the boy answered in English, which, although slightly broken, was perfectly intelligible. "My name is Giusippe Cicone." "Say it again," demanded Hannah. "Say it more slowly." "Giusippe Cicone."
The cylinders of thicker glass were opened by fastening to one end a lump of hot metal, thereby weakening them at this point. When the air was forced in by the blower it burst open the mass and the break thus made was enlarged by cutting it round with the scissors. "Now come on, Jean, and see them flatten it out," said Giusippe.
On the contrary it was a positive relief to have a bright, strong, eager boy lift a part of the burden which had become so heavy for the older man to bear alone. For Giusippe possessed that rare gift seldom found in the young and often lacking, even, in elder persons he could hold his tongue. He never prattled of Mr.
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