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For a long time the two children stood there fascinated by the skill of the blowers. "Suppose we go on now and see the rest of the process," suggested Giusippe, a little unwillingly. "I could watch these men all day, but we have much to do, and if we do not hurry we shall not get through." The next step in the work was opening out the cylinders, and this was done in two ways.
Cabot and the others been talking that they had stopped in the center of the room and it was while they were standing there that a party of tourists entered from the hallway. Foremost among them was an American girl who carried in her hand a much worn Baedeker. As her eye swept over the tapestries covering the walls her glance fell upon Giusippe.
"Then surely I must meet them." With a shy gesture the boy led her forward. "Miss Cartright is from New York, Mr. Cabot," said Giusippe simply. "Long ago when I was a little lad I knew her in Venice, and she was good to me and to my parents." "It was five years ago," added Miss Cartright. "I went there to paint."
Since then I have found that I could sometimes serve as interpreter for English or American travelers if I watched for the chance. I was eager for such opportunities, for it gave me practice, and I often learned new words." "And why are you so anxious to learn English, Giusippe?" Jean questioned. "I hope, señorita, to go some day to the United States.
It is for that that I felt I must leave Venice. It is sad to be alone, señorita." "So it is, Giusippe. No one knows that better than I." Impulsively she slipped a hand into the small Venetian's. "But I must not take you from your friends. See, we have kept them waiting a long time." "I want you to meet them, señorita. They are from your country, and they have been kind to me."
Within the palace, amid old tapestries of battles and hunting scenes, and surrounded by paintings and statues, were the famous early French mirrors of which Giusippe had previously spoken. Mr. Cabot pointed them out, half playfully, half seriously. "Perhaps on further consideration I will leave them," returned the boy, falling in with the spirit of the elder man's mood.
Then we have a lively time, I can tell you, ladling it out, and taking care in the meantime that none of the other pots are upset." Giusippe nodded appreciatively. Many a day just such a catastrophe had occurred when he had been working; vividly he recalled how all the men had been forced to come to the rescue. "Are the pots filled to the top with batch?" asked Mr. Cabot.
Had it not been for the foresight of Pope Urban, who between 1600 and 1700 had many of the famous pictures of the Vatican copied in mosaic, these masterpieces would have been lost to the world." "I have been told that the church in Ravenna has some fine mosaics, but I never have seen them," Giusippe ventured. "I have. They are beautiful, and I hope you may see them some time.
I have played about it and wandered in and out its doors since I was a very little child. I am proud that you should see it, señor." "As you will. To-morrow then." "Yes, señor." Another moment and Giusippe was gone. "A remarkable boy! A most remarkable boy!" ejaculated Mr. Cabot. "He knows his country's history as I fancy few others know it. Could you pass as good an examination on yours, Jean?"
"Never you mind. You would never guess if you guessed a lifetime. You better give it up," was Mr. Cabot's smiling answer. Cambridge was soon reached, and after a walk through the College Yard that Giusippe might have a peep at Holworthy, where Uncle Bob had spent his student days, the sightseers entered a quiet old brick building and were led by Mr.
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