St Nicholas [serial] . he s a gentleman, and he shall have a goodmeal with us. Here, Jim, set em up to this manand his bear, the best you ve got. The treat ison the house. There was a kindliness in theinvitation that outweighed the somewhat coarselanguage in which it was expressed. When a hearty meal, a genial fire, and a goodrest had somewhat restored the wayfarers, Tonycalled to Pietro that he must do his best to enter-tain his host and benefactors, and Pietro, afterrubbing; his nose against his masters face, danced, shaken hands all round, Tony left them, sayingthat the day was short, and h
St Nicholas [serial] . he s a gentleman, and he shall have a goodmeal with us. Here, Jim, set em up to this manand his bear, the best you ve got. The treat ison the house. There was a kindliness in theinvitation that outweighed the somewhat coarselanguage in which it was expressed. When a hearty meal, a genial fire, and a goodrest had somewhat restored the wayfarers, Tonycalled to Pietro that he must do his best to enter-tain his host and benefactors, and Pietro, afterrubbing; his nose against his masters face, danced, shaken hands all round, Tony left them, sayingthat the day was short, and he had to get to workto earn a bed that night. Then, although it was still bitterly cold, andthe sharp wind made Tonys teeth chatter and hischest wheeze, they started out into the more fash-ionable portion of the city, and up one street anddown another they went, Tony playing his mostenticing airs, while Pietro marched beside himwith his plumed hat cocked rakishly upon theside of his head. But no pennies fell from upper. PIETRO CAPERED GRAVELY, TO THE INTENSE DELIGHT OF AN EVER-INCREASING CROWDOF SMALL BOYS, NURSES, AND LITTLE GIRLS. and wrestled, and marched, and drilled, as hehad never done before. Bravo! shouted the men, laughing and clap-ping. He s the best I ever saw, said the hotel-keeper ; you ought to sell him to a circus. Absorbed as they were in Pietros tricks, theydid not observe the Italians face, nor see that,time and again, he had to play with one hand,while he drew the other across his eyes in a weakand weary way. When Pietro had danced, and wrestled, andclimbed, and drilled, when he had marched witha pipe in his mouth and his masters hat upon hishead, and when he had made a bow and politely windows, no nickels and dimes came from thetightly closed doors. The season is over, Pietro, said Tony, sadly,strapping his organ on his back and starting on;it is no use. Come, lile good boy; you, at leas,shall not suffer. It was growing dusk in the park and thenurses were be
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