"Pooh! don't cry!" said Massimo, "it makes a fright of you. If the pastrycook saw you now——"
"What, is it a pastrycook this time?" joked Antonio.
"Yes; his name's Stanislao."
"But when I went away it was a penny-a-liner!"
"I got rid of him. For more than three months I had no one," declared Marina, all smiles again.
"Brava!" said Claretta, "that's the best plan. Have you had a great many?"
"Four. No—five, counting the first. He was Peppino. He was an official."
"Good gracious! Where?"
"At Campo Verano."
"Oh! Did he perhaps dig there?"