What's the matter, eh ?' 'Nothing, Padroncello; only my head is bad.' 'Poor monkey! Well, now, wouldn't it do the head good if I were to promise you a good husband, and smart little wedding-gowns, and by-and-by a house of your own, where you would be a little mistress, and Padroncello would come and see you sometimes ?' 'O no, no! I shouldn't like ever to be married.

Let me always stay with you!' 'Pooh, pooh, little simpleton.

I shall get old and tiresome, and there will be Anthony's children putting your nose out of joint.

You will want some one to love you best of all, and you must have children of your own to love.

I can't have you withering away into an old maid.