"No."
Guiseppe felt an anger he dared not show.
"Pappina, sing for America," he begged.
The obstinate little girl shook her head.
"I told you, Guiseppe," she answered, "I'll never sing till you give me those beads."
Guiseppe stood for a moment with his hand on the beads, irresolute. He heard the jingle of coins waiting to be paid for the song.
Pappina was quick to notice that his hand was in his pocket.
"Guiseppe, won't you give me the beads?" she pleaded. "I want them so much. Please, dear Guiseppe!"
She stretched out her hand for them just as the gentleman who was driving took up the lines to continue the drive.