He listened
to Pietro with an ominous scowl, and decided to inflict condign
punishment upon the young offenders.
Meanwhile Phil and Giacomo resumed their wanderings. They no
longer hoped to make up the large difference between what they
had and the sum they were expected by the padrone to bring. As
the evening advanced the cold increased, and penetrated through
their thin clothing, chilling them through and through. Giacomo
felt it the most. By and by he began to sob with the cold and
fatigue.
"What is the matter, Giacomo?" asked Phil, anxiously.
"I feel so cold, Filippo--so cold and tired. I wish I could
rest."
The boys were in Printing House Square, near the spot where now
stands the Franklin statue.
"If you want to rest, Giacomo," said Phil, pityingly, "we will go
into French's Hotel a little while."
"I should like to."
They entered the hotel and sat down near the heater. The
grateful warmth diffused itself through their frames, and Giacomo
sank back in his seat with a sigh of relief.
"Do you feel better, Giacomo?" asked his comrade.
"Yes, Filippo; I wish I could stay here till it is time to go
home."
"We will, then.
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