"Ah, 'Addio Napoli!' We must sing you some of the Neapolitan songs, father."
This was received with a chorus of approval, and for the next half-hour Helga played and Oscar sang the gay ditties with which Naples fills the air of Italy with song. And when at one moment the Factor would have come back to the man who made ten pounds in a single night, Helga struck up the tarantella and Oscar danced it.
At length the Governor said, "Everything has a stopping place except Time. It's late, and Thora is looking tired, so I'm going to turn out everybody who doesn't live here."
"Quite right, too," said Aunt Margret, "and I'm going to carry Helga off to her own quarters."
"I will take Helga home," said Oscar, and with further handshaking and well-wishing the party began to break up.
"After all I suppose you are glad to be back, Thora?" said the Bishop.
"Very, very glad," replied Thora.
"Ha, ha! It isn't easy to hobble a home-sick pony," laughed the Rector. "And you, Helga?"
"I'm not glad at all, Rector. Who could be glad to leave all that loveliness for a wilderness like this."
That chilled everybody for a moment, and thinking to come to Helga's relief, Oscar said: