I have seen papa.

I have brought Tista's money.

Papa wants him to stay after all.

Yes--I know you cannot guess how it all happened.

I went in to ask about the chickens, and then I asked about Tista, and he told me that I should not see him any more, and then--then I felt this passion--here in the chest, and everything went round and round and round like a whirligig at the Termini, and I fell right down, mamma, down upon the bricks--I know, my frock is all dusty still, here, look, and here, but what does it matter?
Patience! I fell down like a sack of flour--_pata tunfate_!" "T-t-t-t!" exclaimed the Signora Pandolfi, holding up her hands and drawing in her breath as she clacked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.