However the boys might suffer, they must bring home the usual amount.

But at eleven o'clock the prospects seemed rather discouraging.

They had but twenty-five cents between them, nor would anyone stop to listen to their playing.
"I wish it were night, Filippo," said Giacomo, shivering with cold.
"So do I, Giacomo.

Are you very cold ?" "Yes," said the little boy, his teeth chattering.

"I wish I were back in Italy.