It was all so simple. It had come to him quite suddenly. He must be a thief no longer! He must take Tina back to Anna. Tina was Anna's pet.
He bought some food for the dog. But Tony himself could not eat. His heart ached. He was going to lose his dear little friend.
But it was the only thing to do. He saw that now. He shuddered as he recalled his horrible dream. Why, perhaps if he had been a truthful boy the ancient people might have believed him!
If they had believed him, think how many lives could have been saved!
He suddenly laughed aloud.
"It was, after all, only a dream," he reminded himself. "But I shall always remember how terrible it is not to be believed!"
All morning he walked. Several times he would have liked to stop, for his head felt curiously light and his legs trembled. But he was going to bring Tina back to Anna. He could not be happy until he had done that!
He approached Anna's house. It looked so new and shiny. The flowers and trees made a pretty frame for it. How different from the ugly houses in the poor section of Naples where he lived.