It was long-legs, sure enough, but shorn of his beautiful regalia.
"Where's your uniform ?" he asked.
"Ah, I have leave it home.

The road is dusty, very; I must not ruin a nice dress when I work," answered the man, smiling unabashed.
"But the carriage.

What has become of the fine carriage and the good horses, sir ?" "Ah, it is dreadful; it is horrible, signore.

I find me the carrozza is not easy; it is not perfect; it do not remain good for a long ride.

So I leave him home, for I am kind.