Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . kittenfound the sand-man he was asleep inmothers arms; nor did he open up hisheavy eyes when father took him home. Very little of the unusual occurred inthis hill town, though there was a closedtheatre in another part of the Palazzo delPodesta that suggested possibilities of anenlivening nature. We had not felt thedulness until the signorina rustled in oneevening, and told us of two hucksters whowere to sell their wares at auction thatnight in the square. Immediately we en-joyed the elation attendant upon the firstnight at the op
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . kittenfound the sand-man he was asleep inmothers arms; nor did he open up hisheavy eyes when father took him home. Very little of the unusual occurred inthis hill town, though there was a closedtheatre in another part of the Palazzo delPodesta that suggested possibilities of anenlivening nature. We had not felt thedulness until the signorina rustled in oneevening, and told us of two hucksters whowere to sell their wares at auction thatnight in the square. Immediately we en-joyed the elation attendant upon the firstnight at the opera, hurried into our seatsat the window as though we might losethem, and watched apprehensively for anusher to demand our coupons. The wagonstood against the well, piled high withgoods; and a long table, on which a bright lamp burned, was in the front. All wasready for business, but the loiterers werefew, and our ardor was a little dampenedin finding the audience so poor. The per-formers were not daunted, however; twocornets were suddenly produced, like rab-. The Palazzo del Podesta— the Tower of the Clock bits from a silk hat, and the pair startedfor a trip around the town. The tunethey played was a little thing of theirown, but the Pied Piper of Hamelin didnot meet with a more generous a quarter of an hour the gathering wasmost gratifying, and, to judge by ourlimited acquaintance, highly representa-tive. The small guide and his English-speaking friend sat on the shafts of thewagon; Pomonica, in a clean apron,hovered about preserving order, whileSam, in a red cap, stood from start tofinish with his nose against the lamp. The remainder of the evening was oneto be taken through half-shut eyelids,with only an occasional uplifting whenDomenicas father bought a blue andpurple bedspread, and Sams mother
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