Phil, the Fiddler by Horatio Alger
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"Do you like it?"
"Sometimes; but I get tired of it." "I don't wonder. I should think playing day after day might tire you. What are you going to do when you become a man?" Phil shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he said. "I think I'll go back to Italy." "Have you any relations there?" "I have a mother and two sisters." "And a father?" "Yes, a father." "Why did they let you come away?" "The padrone gave my father money." "Don't you hear anything from home?" "No, signore." "I am not a signore," said Paul, smiling. "You may call me Paul. Is that an Italian name?" |
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