The uncle is a good man, and brave.

I do not wish him to be injured." "Nor do we, Tato." "And the young man is not a coward, either.

He has been kind to me.

But he is sad, and not so pleasant to talk with as the uncle." "True enough, Tato," said Beth.
Patsy had been examining the child with curious intentness.

The little one was so lovely and graceful, and her voice sounded so soft and womanly, that Patsy longed to take her in her arms and hug her.
"How old are you, dear ?" she asked.
Tato saw the friendly look, and answered with a smile.
"Perhaps as old as you, signorina, although I am so much smaller.