with, and, therefore, he had no cause for haste in starting them up and disentangling them in the depths of his brain, where he was accustomed to let them sprout and grow gradually, as the twigs burgeon under the sun.
"Even the birds," he added, "have to hunt for food, and when the snow covers the ground they perish."
Then he pondered for a moment,—"You are like the birds; but when winter comes you can sit by the fire and do nothing."
But Don Alfonso replied that he too went to school and had to study. Jeli opened his eyes wide and was all ears, while the signorino began to read, and he looked at the book and at the young master himself with a suspicious air, listening with that slight winking of the eyelids which indicates intensity of attention in beasts little accustomed to mankind.
He was delighted with the poetry that caressed his ears with the harmony of an incomprehensible song, and occasionally he
