"This—this—lost child of a thousand devils brought it home," she croaked. "What will he do next? I am disgraced!"
Guido took the dog from Tony's arms. Guido was dark and oily. He smiled. But Tony did not smile. Two big tears stood in his eyes. His rosy mouth did not curl. It trembled.
"So you love my Tina very much, yes?" asked Guido. He laid his hand on Tony's little brown cap. "You would like to own her, eh?"
"What do you say?" screamed the old woman. "Talk louder! I cannot hear."
"The boy would like to own the dog," repeated Guido, louder.
"He would like to own the world!" shrieked the old woman.
She started to drag Tony away, but he escaped her and ran back to Guido.
"Let me stay with you!" he cried.
Then he lowered his voice so the old woman could not hear what he said.