"No. How can she be with me, I should like to know, when you've gone and put her in some horrid old room?"
"Ah! not wit you? Who are you whisperin' to, den?"
Minnie hesitated.
"To my maid," said she.
"WHAT DIT YOU COME FOR?"—"FOR HER."
"Does de maid spik Inglis?" asked Girasole.
"Yes," said Minnie.
"Ah! I did not know eet. I mus have a look at de contadina who spiks Inglis. Come here, Italiana. You don't spik Italiano, I tink. Come here."
Ethel rose to her feet.