They drove a herd of goats for half a mile while the goatherd strolled behind and smoked Tony's cigarettes.

Constance took a water-jar from a little girl they met coming from the fountain and endeavoured to balance it on her own head, with the result that she nearly drowned both herself and the child.
They finally stopped for luncheon in a grove of chestnut trees with sheep nibbling on the hill-side below them and a shepherd boy somewhere out of sight playing on a mouth organ.

It should have been a flute, but they were in a forgiving mood.

Constance this time did her share of the work.
She and Tony together spread the cloth and made the coffee while her father fanned himself and looked on.

If Mr.Wilder had any unusual thoughts in regard to the donkey-man, they were at least not reflected in his face.
When they had finished their meal Tony spread his coat under a tree.
'Signorina,' he said, 'perhaps you li'l' tired?
Look, I make nice place to sleep.