"Two sous," he added, as Ercole produced his old sheepskin purse.

"Thank you." "Thank you," Ercole answered, and tipped the spirits down his throat.
"Yes, it will be hot, but what can one do?
We are used to it, my dog and I.We are not of wax to melt in the sun." "It is true that this dog does not look as if he were wax," Paoluccio remarked, for the qualities of Nino had not escaped him.
"No.

He is not of wax.

He is of sugar, all sugar! He has a very sweet nature." "One would not say so," answered Paoluccio doubtfully.

"If you go to the city you must muzzle him, or they will make you pay a fine.