'Forward, Matteo, my cherub.' 'All goes right ?' the coachman addressed Luigi.
'As honey, as butter, as a mulberry leaf with a score of worms on it! The wine and the bread and the cream-cheeses are inside, my dainty one, are they?
She must not starve, nor must I.Are our hampers fastened out side?
Good.

We shall be among the Germans in a day and a night.

I 've got the route, and I pronounce the name of the chateau very perfectly--"Schloss Sonnenberg." Do that if you can.' The unpractised Italian coachman declined to attempt it.

He and Luigi compared time by their watches.

In three-quarters of an hour he was to be within hail of the maestro's house.