He had started before daybreak
drive up the goats."
Breakfast had not long been on the table, however,
with a tiny peasant girl of three years old
flowers.html">flowers in his hand.
Montanelli looked up, smiling. This was a curious
or Leghorn.
"Where have you been, you madcap? Scampering
look perfectly glorious at sunrise; and the dew is
got some goat's milk up there on the pasture; oh, it
want something for this little person, too.
was helping her to put the flowers in order.
"No, no!" Montanelli interposed. "I can't
things. Come to me, Annette. Where did you
man.html">man we saw yesterday--the man that cobbles the
got a tortoise.html">tortoise in her pocket, and she calls it
came down to breakfast he found the child.html">child.html">child seated
about her tortoise, which she was holding upside
admire the wriggling legs.
"Look, monsieur!" she was saying gravely in
boots!"
Montanelli sat playing with the child, stroking
her wonderful stories. The woman of the
amazement at the sight of Annette turning out
dress.
"God teaches the little ones to know a good.html">good
strangers; and see.html">see, she is not shy with his reverence
Annette, and ask the good monsieur's blessing
that way, Padre," Arthur said an hour later, as
"That child never took her eyes off you all the
almost a pity that the Church should forbid priests
see, the training of children is such a serious.
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