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Pipa, expecting to be summoned to her mistress Pipa, wondering greatly indeed what Enrica can be about, and why she does not go to bed, when she, the blessed dear, was so faint and tired, and crying oh, so pitifully! when she left her Pipa, leaning against the door-post near the half-open door, dozing like a dog with one eye open in case she should be called listened and looked out into the passage.
He dared not mount into the trees, for that would be stealing; but he leaped, and skipped, and slid when a russet-coated chestnut caught his eye. Gigi was with him, trusted to his care by Pipa, with many abjurations and terrible threats of future punishment should he ill-use him. Ah! if Pipa knew! if Pipa had only seen little Gigi lonely in the woods, and heard his roars for help!
Sometimes her lips parted, and a smile rippled over her face; then she shuddered, and drew herself, as it were, together. All this time Nobili's letter was within her hand; her fingers tightened over it with a convulsive grasp. Pipa and the cavaliere were with her. They had done all they could to revive her, but without effect.
Pipa had to muffle her face in her handkerchief to drown her sobs. Then Fra Pacifico's impressive voice broke the silence with the opening words of exhortation. "Deus Israel sit vobiscum." "Gloria patri," was the response in Angelo's childish treble. Enrica and Nobili now knelt side by side. Two lighted tapers, typical of chaste love, were placed on the floor beside them on either hand.
If she goes on like this, Pipa may hope to clean the entire floor in a month; of the great sala below, and the other rooms where people live, Pipa does not think. It is not her way to think; she lives by happy, rosy instinct. Pipa chatters much to Enrica about Count Nobili and her marriage when she is not sweeping or spinning.
Pipa dared not speak Pipa dared not breathe so great was her joy. At length she ventured to take one of Enrica's hands in hers, pressed it gently and said to her in a low voice: "You must be very quiet. We are all here." Enrica looked up at Pipa, surprised and frightened; then her eyes wandered round in search of something. She was evidently dwelling upon some idea she could not express.
He will obey her, of course, but what can she mean? "Is your gun loaded?" she asks, anxiously. "Yes, padrona." "That is well." A vindictive smile lights up her features. "No one must leave the house to-night. You understand? The dogs will be loose the guns loaded. Where is Pipa? Say nothing to Pipa. Do you understand? Don't tell Pipa " "Understand? No, diavalo!
A figure is standing within the light that streams out from the door, a very well-remembered figure, stout and short a little bent forward on a stick with a round, rosy face framed in snowy curls, a world of pleasant wickedness in two twinkling eyes, on which the light strikes, and a mouth puckered up for any mischief. "Madonna!" cries Pipa, rubbing her eyes "the cavaliere!
There will be sure to be a white dress and a veil the saints will send them to the signorina." Pipa sweeps and sings. Her children, Angelo and Gigi, are roasting chestnuts under the window outside. This time she sings a nursery rhyme: "Little Trot, that trots so gayly, And without legs can walk so bravely! Trottolin! Trottolino! Via! via!"
Here are specimens of the tree frogs that can walk with their backs downwards on the most polished surfaces, and can slightly change their colour; the paradoxical frog from Surinam, which is larger as a tadpole than in its condition of maturity; the Brazilian horned toads; the American bull frogs; and the Brazilian pipa, the female of which deposits its eggs upon the back of the male, who carries them about till they burst from their shells; the repulsive siren of Carolina, which Mr.
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