I want him to be picturesque--there's no use being in Italy if you can't have things picturesque, is there, Gustavo ?' '_Si_, signorina,' he bowed and resumed his attitude of strained attention.
'He must have curly hair and black eyes and white teeth and a nice smile; I should like him to wear a red sash and earrings.

He must be obliging and cheerful and deferential and speak good Italian--I won't have a man who speaks only dialect.

He must play the mandolin and sing Santa Lucia--I believe that's all.' 'And I suppose since he is to act as guide he must know the region ?' her father mildly suggested.
'Oh, no, that's immaterial; we can always ask our way.' Mr.Wilder grunted, but offered no further suggestion.
'We pay four lire a day and furnish his meals,' she added munificently.
'And we shall begin with the castle on Monte Baldo; then when we get very proficient we'll climb Monte Maggiore.

Do you understand ?' 'Ze signorina desires tree donkeys and a driver at seven o'clock to-morrow morning to climb Monte Baldo ?' 'In brief, yes, but _please_ remember the earrings.' Meanwhile a commotion was going on behind them.

The hotel omnibus had rumbled into the courtyard.