"I'll go and see who it is," said Anania, running and tossing his book in the air to encourage himself.
"If it's the master," said Uncle Pera, "Efès must get up and pretend he's doing something. It's abominable to see him sprawling about like a dead dog."
Nanna emitted a growl and kilted her ragged petticoat round her red bare legs.
"Get up, you old blunderbuss!" continued Uncle Pera, attacking the sot, "get up and pretend you're some use!"
But the alarm subsided when Anania returned bringing a thin, pale, young man with a face like a scarecrow, dressed in the Fonni costume.
"I suppose you don't know him," said the student to his father; "I didn't! It's Zuanne Atonzu. What a big fellow he is!"
"Greetings, cousin!" said the miller. "Welcome! How's your mother?"
"She is well," said the young man laughing shyly.
"Why have you come?"
"I'm witness in a case at the Tribunal."