“You would like it better than wandering about the streets all day?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why do you not ask your father to send you to school?”
“My father is in Italy.”
“And his father, also?”
“Si, signore,” answered Phil, relapsing into Italian.
“What do you think of that, Henry?” asked the gentleman. “How should you like to leave me, and go to some Italian city to roam about all day, playing on the violin?”
“I think I would rather go to school.”
“I think you would.”
“Are you often out so late, Filippo? I think that is the name you gave me.”