Now indeed was Lucrezia as happy as the day
was long, and when the spring returned once more
to Florence, a baby Filippo came with the violets
and lilies.

`How wilt thou know us apart if thou callest him
Filippo?' asked the proud father.

`Ah, he is such a little one, dear heart,' Lucrezia
answered gaily. `We will call him Filippino, and
then there can be no mistake.'

There was no more need now to seek for pleasures
out of doors. Filippo painted his pictures and lived
his happy home life without seeking any more
adventures. His Madonnas grew ever more beautiful,
for they were all touched with the beauty that
shone from Lucrezia's fair face, and the Infant Christ
had ever the smile and the curly golden hair of the
baby Filippino.

And by and by a little daughter came to gladden
their hearts, and then indeed their cup of joy was full.

`What name shall we give the little maid?' said
Filippo.

`Methought thou wouldst have it Lucrezia,'
answered the mother.