Afterwards, I don't know--I should not have had the strength to speak of chickens.

He said roasted, mamma.

Poor Tista! He likes them with rice.

Well, one cannot have everything in this world." The Signora Pandolfi had reached the door, and called out at the top of her voice to the young man.
"Tista! Tista!" She could have been heard in the street.
"Eh, Sora Luisa! We are not in the Piazza Navona," said Gianbattista, appearing at the door of his little room.

"What has happened ?" "Go and talk to Lucia," answered the good lady, hurrying off in search of Assunta to tell her the decision concerning the dinner.
Gianbattista entered the sitting-room, and, from the young girl's radiant expression, he guessed that some favourable change had taken place in his position, or in the positions of them both.