quil, for that is what she would have. Do you understand?"
Garrone nodded assent, while great and fast-flowing tears streamed over his hands, his copy-book, and his desk.
CIVIC VALOR
(Monthly Story.)
At one o'clock we went with our schoolmaster to the front of the town-hall, to see the medal for civic valor bestowed on the lad who had saved one of his comrades from the Po.
On the front terrace waved a huge tricolored flag.
We entered the courtyard of the palace.
It was already full of people. At the further end of it was visible a table with a red cover, and papers on it, and behind it a row of gilded chairs for the mayor and the council; the ushers of the municipality were there, with their under-waistcoats of sky-blue and their white stockings. To the right of the courtyard a detachment of policemen, who had a great many medals, was drawn up in line; and beside them a detachment of custom-house officers; on the other side were the firemen in festive array; and numerous soldiers not in line, who had come to look on, cavalry-men, sharpshooters, artillery-men. Then all around were gentlemen, country people, and some officers and women and boys who had assembled.
We crowded into a corner where many scholars from other buildings were already collected with their
