"How did you happen to come here as a child?"
"I came into the world here."
"You were born here? Who was your father, and why did he come here from the mountains?"
"He wasn't from the mountains; it was my mother who lived there."
"Why, Rico, your father was not a Peschieran?"
"He surely was, Mrs. Menotti; this was his home."
"How very strange! And you never have told me this in all these years! Feeling that you did not care to talk of your earlier life, I have never asked you to tell me your last name. But 'Rico' is not Italian. What was your father called?"
"The same as I, Enrico Trevillo."
Mrs. Menotti sprang from the seat as if she had been struck. "What are you saying?" she exclaimed. "What did you say just now?"