Nanna instantly looked round, to be sure that no one else was in the room.
"When you have given that medicine, you cannot send for the doctor," she observed, lowering her voice.

"But if he eats, and dies, what can any one say?
We have fed him for charity; it is Friday and we have given him beans.

What can we know?
Are not beans good food?
We have nothing else, and it is for charity, and we give what we have.

I don't think they could expect us to give him chickens and French wine, could they ?" Paoluccio growled approval.
"It is forty-seven days," continued Nanna.

"You can make the account.
Chickens and milk and fresh meat for forty-seven days! Even the bread comes to something in that time, at least two soldi a day--two forties eighty, two sevens fourteen, ninety-four--nearly five francs.