"You had better go back, little one. Addio."
For a moment Pappina stood looking after Susanna, then with a burst of song turned and ran back to Marta and Guiseppe. She did not heed Guiseppe's scowl, but smiled into his face.
"Guiseppe," she cried, "I must learn the new song at once. I want to earn lots of money, so we can go to America, and get rich, and have pet pigs. Wasn't he just beautiful? His name is Savio, and she says I may have him when we come back from America. Oh, you don't know how much I want a pig like Savio!"
Guiseppe could not help smiling at Pappina's prattle. He put his hand under her chin and lifting her radiant little face toward his, he teasingly asked:
"Wouldn't you rather have Savio cooked like the piece of pig you had at Cava? Ebbene! Now for the song. Where did we stop?"
"I have been thinking," Marta timidly interrupted, "that perhaps, if we are going to America, and if—if you both wish me to do so, I could teach Pappina an English song." She glanced at Guiseppe as though fearful he might laugh at the idea, but to her relief he looked pleased.
"How about it, little one?" he asked, turning to Pappina. "Would you like to learn to sing an English song?"
Pappina always showed her greatest delight by clapping her hands. She clapped them now.
"Che gioia [What joy]!" she cried. "Oh, Guiseppe, let me learn it now, this very minute! won't you please, Guiseppe? Because you know we are sure to need it in America. Come, quickly, Marta."