Tomaso, I recollect, had little gold rings in his ears.

His voice was soft, and he had gentle manners.
Under the influence of good food and a warm place to sleep both boys brightened visibly and even grew vivacious.

On the third morning we heard Emilio singing some Neapolitan folk-song to himself.

Yet they were shy about singing to us, and it was only after considerable coaxing that Theodora induced them to sing a few Italian songs together.

Halstead had an old violin, and we found that Tomaso could play it surprisingly well.
By carefully sorting our reserve of worn clothes and shoes we managed to fit out the little strangers more comfortably, but the problem of what to do with them remained.