appear very humble, "now that we are husband and wife, I may tell you that it does not seem to me true as you pretended—you might have had ever so many better husbands than I—so beautiful and gracious you are."
The poor fellow could not find anything else to say, and he could not contain his delight to see Mara setting and arranging everything through the house, and playing la padrona. He found it impossible to tear himself away to return to la Salonia; when he started Monday, he was very slow in arranging in the pack of the ass, his saddlebags, and his cloak, and his umbrella.
"You ought to come to la Salonia, yourself," he said to his wife, who was watching him from the door-step. "You ought to come with me."
But the young woman began to laugh, and replied that she was not born to look after sheep, and had no reason to go to la Salonia.
Truly, Mara was not born for tending
