out the whole campagna you can see fireworks."
The boy was half asleep as he forced one leg after the other, and he made no response; but Jeli, who felt his blood stir within him at the sound of that bell, could not keep quiet, as if each one of those rockets that left their silent shining trails on the darkness behind the mountains burst forth from his soul.
"Mara also must be going to the festa of Saint John," he said, "because she goes every year."
And without caring because the boy made no reply,—
"Don't you know? Mara is now so big that she must be taller than her mother, and when I saw her last I could n't believe that it was the very same girl with whom I used to go after prickly pears and knock off the nuts.
And he began to sing at the top of his voice all the songs that he knew.
"Oh Alfio, why do you sleep?" he
