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Aunt Jane's Nieces Abroad

The climate is glorious; but I have

had enough of it. In other places there is novelty, and many things that

Sicily knows nothing of."

"That is true," replied Patsy, tucking the little one's arm underneath

her own, with a sympathetic gesture. "I know just how you feel, Tato.

You must come to America some day, and visit me. I will make you very

welcome, dear, and you shall be my friend."

The child looked into her face earnestly.

"You do not hate me, signorina, because--because--"

"Because why?"

"Because my errand to you has been so lawless and--and--unfriendly?"

"Ah, Tato, you do not choose this life, do you?"

"No, signorina."

"It is forced on you by circumstances, is it not?"

"Truly, signorina."

"I know. You would not long so wistfully to change your condition if you

enjoyed being a little brigand. But nothing that has passed must

interfere with our friendship, dear. If I were in your place, you see, I

would do just as you have done. It is not a very honest life, Tato, nor

one to be proud of; but I'm not going to blame you one bit."

They had passed the Catania Gate and reached the foot of one of the

mountain paths. Tato paused, hesitatingly.

"Oh, I'll go a little farther," said Patsy, promptly. "No one will

notice two girls, you know. Shall I carry your parcel for a time?"

"No," replied the child, hugging it close with her disengaged arm. But

she offered no objection when Patsy continued to walk by her side.

"Have you any brothers or sisters, Tato?"

"No, signorina."

"Have you a mother?"

"No, signorina. My father and I are alone."

"I know him well, Tato. We were on the ship together, crossing the

ocean. He was gruff and disagreeable, but I made him talk to me and

smile."

"I know; he has told me of the Signorina Patsy. He is fond of you."

"Yet he robbed my uncle."

The child flushed, and drew away her arm.

"That is it. That is why you should hate me," she replied, bitterly. "I

know it is robbery, and brigandage, although my father masks it by

saying he sells antiques.

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