"Must we go to him?" she asked plaintively. "He looks so cross, Marta."
"Yes, yes, we must go, but you must not fear. Guiseppe will be glad to have you back."
Being thus reassured, Pappina smiled at Guiseppe as he came to meet them, but her smile was met by a cold stare from the man.
"So you found her," he said curtly to Marta. "It is well for you both. Come on."
"I know I shall always hate Guiseppe," Pappina said softly to Marta. "If he's bad to me I won't sing."
All along the way to church they passed booths filled with tempting viands. When Pappina caught sight of a fine big pig hanging on a stick she stopped.
"Guiseppe, I'm starved for a piece of pig."
Guiseppe scowled. "I've already had trouble enough with you for one day," he said. "You are here to sing, to dance, to earn money; do you hear? Come at once."
"Yes, Guiseppe, I hear you, but you know I can't sing when I'm hungry. I do no better than your puppets. You said so yourself."
She waited a moment for his reply. He made none. Lifting her dark eyes, Pappina looked pleadingly into Guiseppe's face.