We shall be in Florence probably at the end of the present week, to stay there until the journey further south begins.

I shall regret this silence.

And little Penini too will have his regrets, for he has been very happy here, made friends with the contadini, has helped to keep the sheep, to run after straggling cows, to play at '_nocini_' (did you ever hear of that game ?) and to pick the grapes at the vintage--driving in the grape-carts (exactly of the shape of the Greek chariots), with the grapes heaped up round him; and then riding on his own pony, which Robert is going to buy for him (though Robert never spoils him; no, not he, it is only _I_ who do that!), galloping through the lanes on this pony the colour of his curls.

I was looking over his journal (Pen keeps a journal), and fell on the following memorial which I copy for you--I must.
'This is the happiest day of my hole (_sic_) life, for now dearest Vittorio Emanuele is really _nostro re_.' Pen's weak point does not lie in his politics, Mr.Chorley, but in his spelling.

When his contadini have done their day's work he takes it on him to read aloud to them the poems of the revolutionary Venetian poet Dall' Ongaro, to their great applause.