"Me call it Paolo."

"That sounds queer to me. What's James in Italian?"

"Giacomo."

"Then I have a little brother Giacomo."

"How old is he?"

"Eight years old."

"My sister Bettina is eight years. I wish I could see her."

"You will see her again some day, Phil. You will get rich in America,
and go back to sunny Italy."

"The padrone takes all my money."

"You'll get away from the old rascal some day. Keep up good courage,
Phil, and all will come right. But here we are. Follow me upstairs, and
I will introduce you to my mother and Giacomo," said Paul, laughing at
the Italian name he had given his little brother.

Mrs. Hoffman and Jimmy looked with some surprise at the little fiddler
as he entered with Paul.

"Mother," said Paul, "this is one of my friends, whom I have invited to
take supper with us."