I send him home to Napoli, and he die.

But America fine place," Emilio added, as if defending our climate.

"Good country.
Everybody do well here." We had Emilio as a guest at our midday meal that day--quite a different Emilio from the pinched little fellow of thirteen years before.

He glanced round the old dining-room.
"Here where I sit dat first night!" he cried, laughing like a boy.

"Big old clock right over there, Tomaso dis side of me, and young, kind, pretty girl on other side.