“I do not know.”
“You might go to Jersey—to Newark, which is quite a large city, only ten miles from here.”
“I should like to go there.”
“I don’t think the padrone would send there to find you. But how are you going to make your living—you have lost your fiddle?”
“I can sing.”
“But you would make more money with your fiddle.”
“Si, signore.”
“Don’t talk to me in Italian, Phil; I no understand it.”
Phil laughed.
“You can speak English much better than most Italian boys.”