You see everyone knows that unless a dead man is watched by someone from another town his soul will not rest in peace.
My wife's father was a jettatore; he had the evil eye, and people knew it for miles around, so I could not persuade anyone from the other villages to sit by him and watch his body, though I sent everywhere all day yesterday.

At last that wife of mine--maledictions on her folly!--said, 'It is my father, after all, and his soul must rest, at any price.

If you put a traveller in the next room, and leave the door open, it will be the same thing; and so he will be in peace.' That is the way it happened, signore," he continued, after wiping away his tears; "you see I could not help it at all.

But if you will overlook it, I will not make any charges for your stay.

My wife shall pay me.
She has poultry by the hundred.