Of course, you have heard the news, Don Paolo?
Besides, you see I am at work, so that the first great difference has been settled.

Lucia managed it--she has an eloquence, that young lady! She could preach better than you, Don Paolo." "She is a little angel," exclaimed the priest, tapping his niece's dark cheek with his white hand.
"That is four to-day!" cried Lucia, laughing.

"First mamma, then papa--figure to yourself papa!--then Tista, and now Uncle Paolo.

Eh! if the wings don't grow before the Ave Maria--" She broke off with a pretty motion of her shoulders, showing her white teeth and turning to look at Gianbattista.

Then the young man took them to see the grating.