. He who steals (Colui che ruba) a story for the young . I understand, I understand, he ! you are a good, fine boy. You will 212 HE WHO STEALS never fall again, Im sure of that. In ashort time they will be here, but trust me Ishall help you. Before you can throw your-self into the arms of your mother you willfirst see Mr. Spadini. Just at that moment Mr. Cogliati called: Don Salvatore, the visitors have think Mingos mother is with them. The priest looked at the boy. You are trembling—why? I dontunderstand. Oh, yes, I do everything to me. First of all youwill see
. He who steals (Colui che ruba) a story for the young . I understand, I understand, he ! you are a good, fine boy. You will 212 HE WHO STEALS never fall again, Im sure of that. In ashort time they will be here, but trust me Ishall help you. Before you can throw your-self into the arms of your mother you willfirst see Mr. Spadini. Just at that moment Mr. Cogliati called: Don Salvatore, the visitors have think Mingos mother is with them. The priest looked at the boy. You are trembling—why? I dontunderstand. Oh, yes, I do everything to me. First of all youwill see Mr. Spadini. Is that all right?Now be strong and courageous as you havebeen all these months. Of course Mingo wanted to be strongand courageous, and he tried to forgeteverything by looking out of the he heard footsteps. He lookedaround and saw Mr. Spadini. What do you want to say to me? asked smiling. How are you? Itseems to me you are pretty well. Really,you have become a young man. Come withme, your mother is waiting for He fut his hand in his pocket, drew out an envelopeand offered it to Mr. Spadini. HE WHO STEALS 215 Mingo trembled. He had thought manytimes of the moment when he could go beforeMr. Spadini with the money paid back, andhe had thought of the words he would say,but now he could not open his mouth. Heput his hand in his pocket, drew out an en-velope and offered it to Mr. Spadini. Mr. Spadini took the envelope and with-out opening it said: I would like to refuse this. I wouldrather say, keep it for your family, but Iknow that would offend you. I would liketo say, keep these hundred lire and—no!that would be an insult to you. Really,Mingo, you are a little gentleman. The boy sobbed but he felt happy. Dont cry, Mingo. You ought to beproud of yourself. I have nothing morenow to say to you. Oh! yes! I think Ihave hopes of finding your father. A friendof mine wrote me that he was ill. TheItalian Consul wrote me from Philadelphiathat he
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