Holland began to smile at the roguish beauty of the boy glancing up from the corners of his dark, beautiful eyes.
Vassar, Virginia, Zonia and Marya hearing the commotion, rushed up.
Angela extended her apologies to all.
“You see, he really think he’s leetle George Wash—I mak him speak his piece—you like to hear it?”
Her offer was greeted by a chorus of approval.
Angela fixed the child with a stern look.
“Speeka your piece!”
The boy shook his head.
“Speeka-your-piece!” The order was a threat this time and little Tommaso yielded.
Bowing gracefully, he faced the group and recited with brave accent: