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Pappina, the Little Wanderer; A Story of Southern Italy

Pappina, the Little Wanderer; A Story of Southern Italy

Davis, Katherine Wallace

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ISBN10: 1151643807
ISBN13: 9781151643803
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 32
Weight: 0.17
Height: 0.07 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1908 Excerpt: ... CHAPTER II The Conquest Of Guiseppe When Pappina awoke the next morning, the little east room where she lay was flooded with sunshine. She looked about her wonderingly. Where am I? Is this a dream? she asked herself softly. For a few moments she lay with half-closed, sleepy eyes looking in the golden light at the white curtains draped at the window. Pretty, pretty, she murmured. Her little hand took up the coverlet. It was white! She turned over quickly: there was a white covering on her pillow! Surely this was not home! She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and there was brownhaired Marta smiling at her from the other side of the room. Marta was an Englishwoman. While traveling through Italy as maid to the Countess Filota, she had met and fallen in love with the handsome professional story-teller, Guiseppe Capasso. After their marriage he had turned his stock of stories to account by setting up as a puppet showman. Marta knew how to take care of a child. Her English face shone with pleasure as she washed Pappina, combed her hair, and dressed her, clean and rested, for breakfast. This home was poor. The furnishings were little better than those of Pappina's own, but it was clean. Pappina looked about the room. I like it, she said. She had just finished the simple breakfast Marta served when Guiseppe appeared, frowning, in the doorway. The gladness went out of Marta's eyes as though a cloud had passed before the sun. Pappina noticed his scowl and was half frightened for a moment. She clung close to Marta, waiting for Guiseppe to speak. From under his heavy, shaggy eyebrows he stood silently studying the face of the black-eyed child. Pappina flushed under his scrutiny. She wanted to cry, but she was not lacking in spirit and she did not mean to let him know tha...

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