ure. It brought a good crop to compare Neli. But we are unfortunate."
So the Saint Joseph's ass changed masters once more, when massaro Cirino returned from the field with the sickle over his shoulder, it being useless even to try to reap that year, although the images of the saints had been stuck into bamboo sticks all over the ground for protection, and two tarì[1] had been paid to the priest for his blessing.
"It's the devil that we want rather than the saints," said massaro Cirino, irreverently, when he. saw all those stalks standing up like crests, which even the ass refused to touch, and he spat up towards that turquoise-colored sky, so relentlessly cloudless.
It was then that compare Luciano, the carter, meeting massaro Cirino, as he was driving back the ass with empty saddlebags, asked,—
"What 'll you take for that Saint Joseph's ass?"
- ↑ A tarì is one-thirtieth of an onza.
