loom to ourselves we are not rich enough to buy."
"Worse, is she? Ah! dear, dear! when I was with you last, at Easter, she was up."
"The spring is always her worst time. Ever since those last great storms, and the earthquakes she has been forced to keep her bed from pain."
"Pray, my child. Never slacken your prayers and petitions that the Blessed Virgin may intercede for you; and be industrious and good, that your prayers may find a hearing."
After a pause: "When you were coming toward the shore, I heard them calling after you. 'Good-morning, l'Arrabiata!' they said. What made them call you so? It is not a nice name for a young Christian maiden, who should be meek and mild."
The young girl's brown face glowed all over, while her eyes flashed fire.
"They always mock me so, because I do not dance and sing, and stand about to chatter, as other girls do. I might be left in peace, I think; I do them no harm."
"Nay, but you might be civil. Let others dance and sing, on whom this life sits lighter; but a kind word now and then is seemly even from the most afflicted."
Her dark eyes fell, and she drew her eyebrows closer over them, as if she would have hidden them.
