"It soon will be," said the Padre. "Why do you ask, Tuttu?"
"The fiasco.... Do you think I may put a bean in to-night, or was I too angry?"
"You may, Tuttu," said Father Giacomo, turning away his head. "If you tell me where it is, I will send for it."
"By the melon bed. Tutti knows. He'll bring it," whispered Tuttu. "It's nearly full—only four days more. Put one in for Tutti."
As the setting sun streamed into the long room, Tutti crept in, holding Father Giacomo's hand; carrying the broken fiasco.
Tuttu awoke from a restless sleep as they entered, and smiled with a faint reflection of his old happy laugh. "That's right, Tutti. You have been good, haven't you?"
"Yes," quavered Tutti, lifting his terrified, tear-stained face to his brother.
"Put your bean in then, Tutti, and give me mine. It's getting so late, it's almost night-time."
Tutti held out the bean with a trembling hand, and as it dropped into the old bottle, little Tuttu gave a quiet sigh.
"It only wants four more," he said happily.