“Don’t you hear anything from home?”
“No, signore.”
“I am not a signore,” said Paul, smiling. “You may call me Paul. Is that an Italian name?”
“Me call it Paolo.”
“That sounds queer to me. What’s James in Italian?”
“Giacomo.”
“Then I have a little brother Giacomo.”
“How old is he?”
“Eight years old.”
“My sister Bettina is eight years. I wish I could see her.”