The patient on the left jumped out of his bed and, in giving him a kiss, brushed his face with his bushy beard.
"There, you are a brave boy. You please me.... We will have another leg made for you, and if you want to go back to see the Boches you can come with me. Sister Fatina, is it not true that they're going to make him a new leg?"
"Certainly."
"Of wood?"
"And with machinery inside so that you can move it as if it were a real leg."
"Then ..."
"Will you be good?"
"Yes ... but as soon as I catch sight of Major Cutemup I'll tell him a few things I think of him."
"How are you, Bersaglierino?"