Then, he took his daughter's hand and the two, with Tina, departed.
Tony stood like a figure of wax. He hardly heard Guido raging beside him.
"Now what shall I do?" stormed the Marionette Man. "I must have another dog. You shall steal one for me, Tony."
As he said this, he turned to face Tony, but the boy had vanished.
Tony had run out of the theatre after Tina and her owners. Now he stood on the street, watching them as they stepped into an automobile.
As the car started, Tony sprang onto the back of it. He held fast.
This was his first automobile ride! It was not a pleasant one. It seemed to him, holding on with all his might, that it would never end. On, on, they sped. Where to, he wondered?
Tony had never been outside of Naples. But often he had read or listened to tales of other parts of his country. He knew that Italy was a fine land.
The school textbooks told him that "Italy is blessed by God. It is strong, powerful, and feared."