"Does she not want to ?" "She is timid," said Linda, with a little burst of laughter.

"People notice her fair hair as she goes along with us.

They call out after her, 'Look at the Rubia! Look at the Rubiacita!' They call out in the streets.

She is timid." "And you?
You are not timid--eh ?" the father pronounced, slowly.
She tossed back all her dark hair.
"Nobody calls out after me." Old Giorgio contemplated his children thoughtfully.

There was two years difference between them.