Tales from Many Sources

gthened into almost two months, and still he stayed on

Prunty. "I always told him those premature gr

d begun when he was a lad and she a charming married woman; like many another friendship, it

m. That, indeed, was one of the signorino's pleasures; he loved to take the young girl all over his gardens and vineyards, talking to

lendid organ!

cci with the vilest accent and the

the signorino's that she

y the music lesson; but, on the ot

il was out wi

y much afraid of you,

t?" counter-questi

u things. Angiolino wants to know if he may g

co

ask you themselves? Is it

hink I can refu

e they would ask

ome china roses. The sig

nnot think I am in love with Giulia!

d on very quickly till he came to Goneril

those flower

, and some are fo

ming woman, Ma

rmured Goneril, much

xiously. "I should scarcely call her that, though o

d up astounded. Could the sig

is brown skin, that had rem

years older than

ten years

delighted. Who knows, she might

age," said Go

no could thin

ucci, always serene and kind, took no notice of these little changes, but they were particularly irritating to Miss Prunty, who was, after all, only four years older than the signorino. That lady had, indeed, become more than usually sharp and foreboding. She received the signorino's gay effusions in ominous silence, and would frown darkly

when the three elders sat together in the room while Goneril watered

withdrew his eye

arcely such a child. She is seven

one at seventeen but an innocent,

eed the signorino; but he looked as

ere my Gonerilla, and hold my skein for me. Signor Grazi

ld sing," falter

my friend. She winds silk m

takes in his playing. At last he left the piano. "I cannot play tonight," he cried

Miss Prunty had darted an an

going to let that girl, who's but just getting rid of her malaria, go star-

ou forget yourself,"

gnorino. He was evi

she began in her serenest manner, "I always remember what my dearest Madame Li

he exclaimed. "It is a lifet

water had been rudely thrown in her fa

" cried Miss Prunty