I'm cleared out, and haven't so much as a nickel left." "Hurry, girls, or we shan't get places in the train," urged Miss Morley, sweeping her party from the hotel into the station, where other tourists were beginning to crowd into the carriages.
The platform was a characteristic Italian scene; a blind man with a guitar was singing gay Neapolitan songs in a beautiful tenor voice, a woman with a lovely brown-eyed baby was calling oranges, an old man with a red cap and a faded blue umbrella under his arm offered specimens of hand-made lace, while a roguish-looking girl tried to sell cameos carved in lava, throwing them on to the laps of the passengers as they sat in the train.

Irene, who was beginning to learn Italian methods of purchase, commenced to bargain with her for a quaintly cut mascot, reducing the price asked lira by lira till at length, when the conductor blew his brass horn, she finally got it for exactly half of what was at first demanded.
"And quite enough too," said Miss Morley, who had watched the business with amusement.

"She's probably more than satisfied, and will go dancing home to her mother.

Let me look, Irene?
This funny little hunchback is always considered the 'luck' of Vesuvius.

I believe he's copied from a model found in Pompeii.