The doctor says the Signor Papa is getting too fat.

I don't think he's too fat, do you?
He seems to me just comfortably chubby; but anyway, the doctor says he needs exercise, so we're going to begin climbing mountains with nails in our shoes like the Germans.

And we're going to begin to-morrow because we've got two English people at the villa who adore mountains.

Do you think you can find us a guide and some donkeys?
We want a nice, gentle, lady-like donkey for my aunt, and another for the English lady, and a third to carry the things--and maybe me, if I get tired.

Then we want a man who will twist their tails and make them go; and I am very particular about the man.