STATUES, MUSIC, AND CHEESE
Tony, under the window, squirmed unhappily. He was everything that Anna's father had called him. Lazy! He begged! He did not always tell the truth. He was a disgrace to beautiful Naples!
But he did not want to be disciplined. He did not want to obey. He was afraid of Anna's father with his ideas of discipline.
He shivered and huddled up closer to the house. It was growing colder, and his nose felt stuffy. How warm and cosy it looked inside!
Anna's father found the page he had been looking for.
"Now," said he, "we are going to hear about a strange mixture of things. Statues, sailors, music, and cheese!"
| A FISH MARKET IN GENOA |
Tony forgot the cold. He even forgot Anna's father except for his deep voice.