“That’s for you, Filippo. It isn’t for me,” said the little boy.
“Come, let us go,” said Phil, desirous of dropping the subject.
He went up to the desk, and paid for both, the sum of thirty cents.
“Now, come,” he said.
Giacomo followed him out, and they turned down the street, feeling refreshed by the supper they had eaten. But unfortunately they had been observed. As they left the restaurant, they attracted the attention of Pietro, whom chance had brought thither at an unfortunate time. His sinister face lighted up with joy as he realized the discovery he had made. But he wished to make sure that it was as he supposed. They might have gone in only to play and sing.
He crossed the street, unobserved by Phil and Giacomo, and entered the restaurant.
“Were my two brothers here?” he asked, assuming relationship.
“Two boys with fiddles?”
“Yes; they just went out.”
“Did they get supper?”