Chapter Eight.
Beppo has a Plan.
One day, when they had just finished a performance in the piazza and were allowed to wander for a few moments by themselves, Beppo drew Beppina to the water’s edge, and, looking up at the winged lion of Saint Mark’s, said to her, “Do you remember what Carlotta said about having to have a boat, a railroad ticket, or wings to get out of Venice?”
Beppina remembered very well.
“The wings on that lion made me think of it,” said Beppo, “and I’ve thought of something else too. There’s another thing you need, and that’s brains! I’ve got those, and I’m going to get out of this water-soaked old place or die in the attempt!”
“Oh, Beppo,” breathed Beppina, “how?”
“I’ve got it all planned,” said Beppo.
“I guess Saint Anthony must have put it into your head,” sighed Beppina, “for he takes care of all the lost people. Anyway, you haven’t thought of anything before.”