"E molto bello, very beautiful, the Signorina," remarked Assunta.
"What gray eyes she has, and how she walks!"

"But she knows no speech," responded her husband.

"Ma che!" shouted Assunta scornfully, "she talks American. You
couldn't expect them to speak like us over there. They are not
Romans in America."

"My brother Giovanni is there," remarked Giacomo. "She could
have learned of him."

"She is like the Contessa," said Assunta. "You would know they
are sisters, only this one is younger and has something more
sweet."

"This one is grave," objected Giacomo as he polished. "She does
not smile so much. The Contessa is gay. She laughs and sings
and her cheeks grow red when she drinks red wine, and her hair is
more yellow."

"She makes it so!" snapped Assunta.

"I have heard they all do in Rome," said Giacomo. "Some day I
would like to go to see."

"To go away, to leave this girl here alone with us when she had
just arrived!" interrupted Assunta. "I have no patience with
the Contessa."