Gaspare came running towards him.
"Where have you been, signorino?"
"For a walk along the shore."
He still kept his hat in his hand.
"Why, your face is all wet, and so is your hair."
"I washed them in the sea. Mangiamo! Mangiamo!"
"You did not sleep?"
Gaspare spoke curiously, regarded him with inquisitive, searching eyes.
"I couldn't. I'll sleep up there when we get home."
He pointed to the mountain. His eyes were dancing with gayety.