I would like to catch sight of the saint who could work a miracle on papa! Capers, what a saint he would have to be!" "Bacchus!" ejaculated Maria Luisa, "San Filippo Neri would be nowhere! The Holy Father would have to make a saint on purpose to convert that monster! A saint who should have nothing else to do.

Oh, how hot it is! My head is splitting.

What are we to do, Lucia, my heart?
Tell me a little what we are to do--two poor women--all alone--oh dear!" "In the first place, it needs courage, mamma," answered Lucia, "and a cup of coffee.

It is still hot, and you have not had any--" "Coffee! Who thinks of coffee ?" cried the Signora Pandolfi, taking the cup from her daughter's hands, and drinking the liquid with more calmness than might have been anticipated.
"That is right," continued the girl.

"Drink, mamma, it will do you good.
And then, and then--let me see.