An old Garibaldino was grateful to her from the bottom of his heart for keeping the roof over the heads of his wife and children.

He was too old to wander any more.
"And is it for ever, signora ?" he asked.
"For as long as you like." "Bene.

Then the place must be named, It was not worth while before." He smiled ruggedly, with a running together of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"I shall set about the painting of the name to-morrow." "And what is it going to be, Giorgio ?" "Albergo d'Italia Una," said the old Garibaldino, looking away for a moment.

"More in memory of those who have died," he added, "than for the country stolen from us soldiers of liberty by the craft of that accursed Piedmontese race of kings and ministers." Mrs.Gould smiled slightly, and, bending over a little, began to inquire about his wife and children.