Outing . ws as he lies in the shade,smoking, waiting for tide or fare. WITHIN THE HOUSE Giuseppes home is nearly opposite thelittle inn where the Castellani were cele-brating. There he lives with his father,the great Antonio, and his white-hairedmother, for he is still a bachelor. Gio-vannis house is near by. There he abideswith a pretty wife and a rousing nestfulof children. There is business of im-portance on hand. Keep your hat onwhen you enter. The freeman of Venicedoes not doff his hat in his own home, andhis guest can but politely follow his ex-ample. The pretty wife courtesies. In theda
Outing . ws as he lies in the shade,smoking, waiting for tide or fare. WITHIN THE HOUSE Giuseppes home is nearly opposite thelittle inn where the Castellani were cele-brating. There he lives with his father,the great Antonio, and his white-hairedmother, for he is still a bachelor. Gio-vannis house is near by. There he abideswith a pretty wife and a rousing nestfulof children. There is business of im-portance on hand. Keep your hat onwhen you enter. The freeman of Venicedoes not doff his hat in his own home, andhis guest can but politely follow his ex-ample. The pretty wife courtesies. In thedark corners you see vague women in blackcourtesying. Then your eye goes to theglitter of copper pans on the wall. Oh,the glorious copper buckets! You are inthe house of an heiress. These water-potsand copper pans are evidence of her are the only dot the Venetian girlsbring their husbands of the gondolier they are entirely useless—one pair aloneserves for water-carrying—they are ex-. His daily nap. cessively prized. Children are playing onthe floor. How many 1 know not—I neverwas a good judge of children. One baby,however, presents certain marks of is inserted in a box, which is set on astandard, up to her arm-pits. She lookslike a cork in a bottle. Already a philoso- pher, she accepts her position and makesno bones of it. From the window I couldsee another urchin of the family havinghis bath. A rope tied around his waist, hewas chucked out ten feet or more into thecanal; when he had scrambled ashore hewas chucked out again and again untilhe 6^3 654 The Outing Magazine was soaked into cleanliness. On a blueplate, bread and salt were brought to me,and 1 ate to the house of Penso and drankto it in wine. Then Giuseppe said, Wehad best start for the church. Where is the baby? I asked. On the way, and these women want tofollow. My sister-in-law and her friends!Tis the baby from the floor above, saidGiuseppe, and its name is Maria. Everychild in
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