I do not wish the signorini bella to tire and weep.

But see the fine vetture you now have! Is he not easy like feathers, an' strong, an' molto buena ?" "It may be a bird, but it don't look it," said Uncle John, doubtfully.
"I rented the best looking rig in town, and you bring me the worst." "Only try, signore! Others may look; it is only you who must ride.

You will be much please when we return." "Well, I suppose we may as well take it," said the little man, in a resigned tone.

"Hop in, my dears." They entered the crazy looking vehicle and found the seats ample and comfortable despite the appearance of dilapidation everywhere prevalent.
The driver mounted the box, cracked his whip, and the lean nags ambled away at a fair pace.
They passed near to the square, where the first thing that attracted Uncle John's attention was the beautiful turnout he had hired yesterday.
It was standing just as it had before, and beside it was another man dressed in the splendid uniform his driver had claimed that he had left at home.
"Here--stop! Stop, I say!" he yelled at the man, angrily.

But the fellow seemed suddenly deaf, and paid no heed.