"It is warm, and you look tired. Sit down and I'll get you some
dinner," said the young master, pointing to the seat which now stood
near the great gate.

With thanks in broken English the man gladly obeyed, and Ben begged to
be allowed to make Jacko equally comfortable, explaining that he knew
all about monkeys and what they liked. So the poor thing was freed
from his cocked hat and uniform, fed with bread and milk, and allowed
to curl himself up in the cool grass for a nap, looking so like a
tired little old man in a fur coat that the children were never weary
of watching him.

Meantime, Miss Celia had come out, and was talking Italian to Giacomo
in a way that delighted his homesick heart. She had been to Naples,
and could understand his longing for the lovely city of his birth, so
they had a little chat in the language which is all music, and the
good fellow was so grateful that he played for the children to dance
till they were glad to stop, lingering afterward as if he hated to set
out again upon his lonely, dusty walk.

"I'd rather like to tramp round with him for a week or so. Could make
enough to live on as easy as not, if I only had Sanch to show off,"
said Ben, as he was coaxing Jacko into the suit which he detested.

"You go wid me, yes?" asked the man, nodding and smiling, well pleased
at the prospect of company, for his quick eye and what the boys let
fall in their talk showed him that Ben was not one of them.

"If I had my dog I'd love to," and with sad eagerness Ben told the
tale of his loss, for the thought of it was never long out of his