"
"Thank you, signorina."
"You can speak English. I tried to speak with one of you the
other day, but he could only speak Italian."
"I know a few words, signorina."
"I hope I shall see you again," and the young lady, prompted by a
natural impulse of kindness, held out her hand to the little
musician. He took it respectfully, and bending over, touched it
with his lips.
The young lady, to whom this was quite unexpected, smiled and
blushed, by no means offended, but she glanced round her to see
whether it was observed by others.
"Upon my word, Florence," said her father, as Phil moved away,
"you have got up quite a scene with this little ragged musician.
I am rather glad he is not ten or twelve years older, or there
might be a romantic elopement."
"Now, papa, you are too bad," said Florence. "Just because I
choose to be kind to a poor, neglected child, you fancy all sorts
of improbable things."
"I don't know where you get all your foolish romance from--not
from me, I am sure."
"I should think not," said Florence, laughing merrily. "Your
worst enemy won't charge you with being romantic, papa."
"I hope not," said her father, shrugging his shoulders.
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