DAPHNE, AN AUTUMN PASTORAL
by Margaret Sherwood
"Her Excellency,--will she have the politeness," said Daphne
slowly, reading from a tiny Italian-English phrase-book, "the
politeness to"--She stopped helpless. Old Giacomo gazed at her
with questioning eyes. The girl turned the pages swiftly and
chose another phrase.
"I go," she announced, "I go to make a walk."
Light flashed into Giacomo's face.
"Si, si, Signorina; yes, yes," he assented with voice and
shoulders and a flourish of the spoon he was polishing.
"Capisco; I understand."