Beppina tried to hold him back, and, seizing the bear’s rope, marched proudly along behind the van. The woman laughed and clapped her hands. “Bravo, bravo!” she cried. Then, turning to the panic-stricken Beppina, she said comfortingly: “The old Ugolone will not hurt him. He is very old and as tame as a kitten. See!” She gave the bear a slap and walked along beside him with her hand on his back, and Beppina could do nothing but follow.
For some time they trailed the van in this way, together with a small army of boys and girls, who were consumed with envy for Beppo and hoped they too might be allowed a turn at leading the bear. One by one they had dropped away and returned to their homes before the Twins realised that the afternoon was nearly spent and night was approaching.
“We must go home now, please,” said Beppina politely to the woman.
“Si, si,” said the woman, nodding her head and smiling more than ever. “We shall soon see the river.”
This assurance quieted Beppina for a time, and she trudged patiently along until they reached the very outskirts of the city, and still no bridge and no river had appeared. Not Beppina only, but Beppo too now began to be alarmed. Where were they going? Oh, if only the grey walls of the Grifoni palace would rise before them! Beppo even began to modify his opinion about Teresina. Her ruff and streamers would have been as welcome a sight to him just then as an oasis to travellers in the desert. But alas! Teresina was at that moment many miles away, and distracted with anxiety and grief. The bewildered Beppina now began to cry.
“Come, my pretty,” said the woman in a wheedling tone, “you are tired, is it not so? You shall rest the weary legs.” Her voice was soft, but she seized Beppina with a grip of steel, and swung her up into the back of the moving van. “You too, my brave one,” she went on, taking the bear’s rope from Beppo’s hand, and tying it to a ring in the back of the cart. “Up you go.” She gave him a shove as he scrambled up beside Beppina, and then, tossing the monkey in after him, swung herself up beside the children.
The road now began to ascend, and the Twins with growing terror watched the sun sink lower and lower behind the dome of the Cathedral, which they could see in the distance. Beppina shook with sobs, and Beppo sat pale and frightened as the tower and the dome, the only landmarks they knew in Florence, grew darker and darker against the sunset sky.
“Do not cry, madonna mia,” said the woman, giving Beppina a little shake. “You have missed your way, but what of that? You are safe with us. If you have money in your pockets you might possibly find your way home even yet, though it is nearly dark, and it is very dangerous for children to go about alone.”
“But we haven’t any money,” said Beppo. “I gave all I had to the monkey!”