"Let's read up, Nan, as soon as we get home," said Jo enthusiastically.
Their talk was at this moment broken in upon by a queer little figure which approached. A little fellow of about twelve or thirteen was taking as long strides as he was capable of toward them. He was dressed in manly attire, long trousers, sack coat and Derby hat. "Want a guide?" he asked. "I show you alla, evrasing, verra sheep."
The four looked at one another and grinned. His was such a comical appearance, for he was small for his age, and had such a serious air. Even Miss Helen smiled.
"I spika Engglis," continued the boy. He struck an attitude. "Frienda Roma, contra-manna. I coma bury Cæsar," he began.
The three younger ones of the party turned away their heads, and broke into suppressed giggles. The boy was so ridiculous with his little pompous manner.
Miss Helen bit her lip, but managed to ask, "What do you know about being a guide, a little boy like you?"
"I know alla as big manna. He sharge molto, mucha, me, no. Me, verra clever." He smote his breast with an air of assured self-importance.
"Do let's have him," whispered Nan to her aunt. "Even if he isn't any good he is so funny."
"What is your charge?" asked Miss Helen, turning to the boy.
He named a moderate enough price with all the gravity possible.