Lucia, and she enjoyed her rest to its fullest extent. Every one in
the convent, which was now a hospital, and running smoothly with
capable American nurses, made a great fuss over her, and she had so
much care that sometimes she was just the least bit bored. When the
week was over, and she was feeling herself again, she grew restless and
clamored to get up. Even the sheets, and the delicious things she had
to eat, could not keep her contented. At last the Doctor said she
might go out for a few hours into the sunshine, and the whole hospital
hummed with the news.

Maria, in a white apron and cap, helped her dress, and went with her
down the stone steps and out into the convent garden.

The first thing that met her eye was Garibaldi, clean and lazy, lying
contentedly in the sun. She came over and seemed delighted to see her
mistress once more.

"But you are so clean, my pet!" Lucia exclaimed. "And your coat looks
as if it had been brushed," she added, wonderingly.

Maria laughed.

"It was. The big American, Señor Lathrop, makes so much fuss over her,
you would think she was a fine horse."

"What about Señor Lathrop?" a laughing voice demanded. "Oh, drat this
language, I keep forgetting." He stopped and then said very slowly in
Italian: "Good morning, how are you this morning?"

"Oh, I am very well, and you," Lucia replied, "you have been very good