When the door was shut, and they had gone a few steps along the footway, he stopped the others.
"We are glass-blowers' sons," he said, "and we have been beaten by that swine of a porter.

Let us be revenged on him.

Even Zorzi would not have dared to touch us, because he is a foreigner." "We can do nothing," answered the smallest boy disconsolately.

"If I tell my father that we went to sleep, he will say that the porter served us right, and I shall get another beating." "You are cowards," said the first speaker.

"But I am wounded," he continued proudly, pointing to his nose.