Once upon a time there was an old copper pan---See, you have laughed already!" "Oh, that will be a fine kind of story--about an old copper pan!" Cornelli said.
"It certainly is a fine story," Dino assured her; "just listen: She had a step-brother who was a wash boiler--you see, you have laughed again! That's the way! So they went together to Paris, where there was a revolution." "What is a revolution ?" Cornelli asked, quite thrilled.
"See how the story interests you!" said Dino, thoroughly pleased.

"You have no more wrinkles on your forehead, because you are listening well.
Didn't I guess what you have to do?
I'll go on now.

You call it a revolution when nobody wants to remain in their old places and everything goes to pieces." "What do you mean by going to pieces?
Do you mean it the way chairs begin to go to pieces when the glue comes off and the legs get loose and shaky ?" "Just that way," Dino assented.

"When all laws and orders begin to go to pieces like chairs, when the glue is off and everything crashes and tumbles down; do you understand ?" "Yes.

And what happened ?" Cornelli wanted to know.
"The travellers liked that well," Dino continued, "for they were full of discontented thoughts.