Under Greek Skies

by Ioulia D. Dragoume

“Now tell me like a golden little boy that you are, where did you find this paper? Tell me, and Babba will give you a ‘loukoumi.’ ”[²⁷]

The child gulped down a big sob.

“Mattina had no rag to make a sail; she said to ask Mamma ….”

“And then?”

“I asked Mamma, and she said, ‘I have no rag, go away,’ and then I put the paper in my own self. It is mine.”

“Where did you find the paper?”

“On the floor.”

“But where on the floor.”

“Down on the floor.”

Then the youngest aunt said:—