But I don't like the winter." "I thought I should die with cold sometimes last winter," said Giacomo, shuddering.

"Do you ever expect to go back to Italy, Filippo ?" "Sometime." "I wish I could go now.

I should like to see my dear mother and my sisters." "And your father ?" "I don't want to see him," said Giacomo, bitterly.

"He sold me to the padrone.

My mother wept bitterly when I went away, but my father only thought of the money." Filippo and Giacomo were from the same town in Calabria.