"You must pay!" "May you all be butchered!" shouted Mommo, in a voice of thunder.

"May your insides be fried!" "Brute beast, without education!" hooted the biggest boy, contemptuously.
"I'll give you the education, and the instruction too," retorted the carter, making at them with his long whip.
They scattered in all directions, like a flock of cawing jackdaws that fly a little way in tremendous haste, and then settle again at a distance and caw louder than before.
"Animal!" they yelled.

"Animal! Animal and beast!" By this time a crowd had collected round the cart, and two carabineers had come up to see what was the matter, quiet, sensible men in extraordinary cocked hats and well-fitting swallow-tailed uniforms of the fashion of 1810.

The carabineers are quite the finest corps in the Italian service, and there are a good many valid reasons why their antiquated dress should not be changed.

Their presence means law and order without unnecessary violence.
Mommo was surly, but respectful enough.