"It's all here," whispered Tuttu, one great smile stretching across his good-tempered little face. "Every penny of it!—Shall it be brown or yellow? It must have a pattern. We'll go into Siena to-morrow and buy it."
"To Siena!" said Tutti in an awe-struck whisper, "We've never been there by ourselves."
"Never mind, we're older now," replied Tuttu. "Don't you say anything about it, it's to be a surprise from beginning to end."
Tutti agreed, as he always did with his brother. Of course Tuttu knew best, and it would sure to be all right.
CHAPTER III.
They started early in the morning, having put on their holiday clothes and brushed themselves; and as Bianca, who had come over from the Padre's house, insisted on following them, they tied a string to her red collar and determined to let her share the pleasure of their visit to the "great town."
Their grandmother was still sleeping, but they left word with the gardener's boy that they had gone into Siena "on business."
This sounded well, Tuttu thought, and would disarm suspicion.
The walk along the dusty high road was long and tiring, and they were glad when they arrived safely in the Piazza, where the market people had already begun to collect, for it was market day.