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"One more packet of cigarettes--may I? It's instead of the dolce.
Ruffo says only women eat sweet things."
"Ruffo!"
"Yes, that's his name. He's been diving for me. You never saw anything
like it! And he's a Sicilian. Isn't it odd? And sixteen--just as I am.
May I have the cigarettes for him?"
"Yes, of course. In that drawer there's a whole box of the ones
Monsieur Emile likes."
"There would be ten cigarettes in a packet. I'll give him ten."
She counted them swiftly out.
"There! And I'll make him catch them all, one by one. It will be more
fun than throwing only a packet. Addio, mia bella Madre! Addi-io!
Addi-io!"
And singing the words to the tune of "Addio, mia bella Napoli," she
flitted out of the room and down the stairs.
"Ruffo! Ruffo!"
A minute later she was leaning over the bridge to the boy, who stood
sentinel below. He looked up, and saw her laughing face full of merry
mischief, and prepared to catch the packet she had promised him.
"Ruffo, I'm so sorry, but I can't find another packet of cigarettes.


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