Her thoughts again returned to the
parrot. She wondered where it had been bought, whether it had come
with Antonio from America.
Presently she reached the tramway station and stood still. She had to
go back to the "Trattoria del Giardinetto." She must take the tram
here, one of those on which was written in big letters, "Capo di
Posilipo." No, not that! That did not go far enough. The other one--
what was written upon it? Something--"Sette Settembre." She looked for
the words "Sette Settembre."
Tram after tram came up, paused, passed on. But she did not see those
words on any of them. She began to think of the sea, of the brown body
of the bathing boy which she had seen shoot through the air and
disappear into the shining water before she had gone to that house
where the green parrot was. She would go down to the sea, to the
harbor.
She threaded her way across the broad space, going in and out among
the trams and the waiting people. Then she went down a road not far
from the Grand Hotel and came to the Marina.
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