DAPHNE
tions in her mind, Daphne fell asleep. A flood of sunshine awakened her in the morning, and she realized that Assunta was drawing the window curtains.
"Assunta," asked the girl, sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes, "are there many Americans here?"
"Si," answered Assunta, "very many."
"And many English?"
"Too many," said Assunta.
"Young ones?" asked the girl.
Assunta shrugged her shoulders.
"Young men?" inquired Daphne.
The peasant woman looked sharply at her, then smiled.
"I saw one man yesterday," said Daphne, her forehead puckered painfully in what Assunta mistook for a look of fear. Her carefully prepared phrases could get no nearer the problem she wished solved.
"Ma che! agnellina mia, my little lamb!"
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