Poor Jr.
seized it and threw them like a blue rain over the two ladies.
"Bravo! Bravo!" A hundred bouquets showered into the carriage, and my friend's silver went out in another shower to meet them.
"Addio, la bella Napoli!" came from the singers and the violins, but I cried to them for "La Luna Nova." "Good-bye--for a little while--good-bye!" I knew how well my friend liked me, because he shook my hand with his head turned away.

Then the grey glove of the beautiful lady touched my shoulder--the lightest touch in all the world--as I stood close to the carriage while Poor Jr.

climbed in.
"Good-bye.

Thank you--and God bless you!" she said, in a low voice.

And I knew for what she thanked me.
The driver cracked his whip like an honest Neapolitan.