“Buono? Buono?”
And she, who knew this word, understood, and replied:
“Yes, good! Buono!” nodding her head likewise. Which caused immense satisfaction. The women showed the whole paper of sausage slices, and nodded and beamed and said:
“Se vuole ancora—!”
And Alvina bit her wide sandwich, and smiled, and said:
“Yes, awfully nice!”
And the women looked at each other and said something, and Ciccio interposed, shaking his head. But one woman ostentatiously wiped a bottle mouth with a clean handkerchief, and offered the bottle to Alvina, saying:
“Vino buono. Vecchio! Vecchio!” nodding violently and indicating that she should drink. She looked at Ciccio, and he looked back at her, doubtingly.
“Shall I drink some?” she said.
“If you like,” he replied, making an Italian gesture of indifference.