"Yes," said the young woman absent-mindedly.
"Yes? Well, upon my soul, I should say so! Godmother Malthina is close, but you have got to make her understand that money is meant to spend. A kitchen like this—why, it is heaven—upon my soul! This is living."
"What do you always say 'upon my soul' for?" asked the giggling servant-maid.
"If she doesn't choose to spend her money, how am I to make her?" said Giovanna with a sigh.
The servant was still laughing, but Aunt Porredda, who wanted to keep out of her guests' conversation, turned on her, and sharply ordered her to grate some cheese for the macaroni. The girl obeyed.
"What is the matter with you?" asked Aunt Bachissia as Giovanna sighed again.
"She remembers!" said Aunt Porredda to herself. "After all, she is a Christian, not an animal, and she can't help herself!"
But Giovanna spoke up crossly:
"Well, it's just this; they've cheated us. That is not good linen, and the ribbon is spotted. Oh! it is too much."