he said to her, "Oh, what's the matter, gnà Pina?"
In the immense fields where the only sound was the rustle of the grasshoppers flying up, while the sun was pouring down his hottest beams perpendicularly, la Lupa was heaping up sheaf on sheaf, and pile on pile, without ever showing any signs of fatigue, without one moment straightening herself up, without once touching her lips to the water jug, so as to stick close to Nanni's heels as he reaped and reaped; and now and again he would ask,—
"What do you want, gnà Pina?"
One evening she told him, it was while the men were sleeping in the threshing-floor, weary of the long day's work and the dogs were howling through the vast black campagna,—
"I want you! you are as handsome as the sun and as sweet as honey; I want you!"
"But I want your daughter—I want the young calf," said Nanni, laughing at his own joke.
