to take such care of Garibaldi."

"Garibaldi? I don't understand," Lathrop replied.

Lucia pointed to the goat and said slowly. "That is her name."

"Name! The goat's name Garibaldi!" Lathrop exclaimed, and added in
English, "Well I'll be darned!"

"Not just Garibaldi," Lucia corrected him. "Her name is 'The
Illustrious and Gentile Señora Guiseppe Garibaldi,' but we call her
Garibaldi for short."

Lathrop understood enough of her reply to catch the name. He threw
back his head and laughed uproariously.

"All that for a goat! No wonder she was a good sport with a name like
that to live up to!"

He stood for a long time looking at the poor, shaggy animal before him,
then he laughed again and went into the convent.

"He is a funny man," Lucia said wonderingly. "Why should he laugh
because of Garibaldi's name?"

"Oh, he meant no disrespect," Maria reasoned. "Americans all laugh at
everything. The nurses are the same, they are always laughing. If
anything goes wrong and I want to stamp my foot, they laugh."

Lucia was somewhat mollified. "What is the news?" she demanded, "I