DAPHNE
the blessed saints know I have never been so thankful in my life as I am for Bertuccio's coming home when he did."
"The Madonna will know," said Daphne. "She will like this better than anything else."
"Are you sure?" asked Assunta dubiously.
"Yes," asserted the girl, laughing. "She told me so!"
The audacity of the remark had an unexpected effect on the peasant woman. Assunta crossed herself.
"Perhaps she did! Perhaps she did! And do you think she does not mind my waiting?"
"No," answered Daphne gravely. "She knows that you have been very busy taking care of me."
Assunta trotted away, apparently content, to consult Giacomo about dinner. The girl went on weaving with busy fingers, the shadow of her lashes on her cheek. As she worked her thoughts wove for her the one picture that they
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