When the driver had convinced himself that they were all gone, he ceased his questions about the relatives, and began in another direction with, "What was your father's name?" "Henrico Trevillo of Peschiera, on the Lake of Garda." At last the driver thought he had got at the root of the matter, and said to himself this boy had strayed away, or been carried away, from his home down below there, and it is a good thing for him to get carried back where he belongs; and he thought no more about the affair. Presently they passed the first very steep bit of the hill, and came to an even stretch of ground, and the driver said, "Now, musician, let us have a jolly song to cheer the way." Full of satisfaction, and much elated at his high position on his throne under the blue heaven, the boy took his instrument and began to sing in his strong, clear tones,-- "Little lambkins, come down." Now it happened that there were three students seated up on the top of the post-wagon: they were off on a vacation trip, and very merry. So when Rico carolled forth Stineli's song in his gayest manner, they all burst out laughing and shouted, "Stop, singer, stop, and begin over again; we want to sing with you." Rico obeyed, and the jolly students joined in with all their might,-- "And the lambkins, and the lambkins,"-- and laughed so extravagantly all the time that they drowned the sound of Rico's fiddle completely. And then one of them would take up the words and sing alone,-- "And if they forgot it, It hurt not a bit." And then the others joined in, and sang as loudly as possible,-- "And the lambkins, and the lambkins." And so they went on for a long time. If Rico paused a little, they shouted, "Go on, fiddler; don't stop yet," and threw little pieces of money to him over and over again, until he had quite a heap in his cap. Within the coach the passengers opened the windows, and stuck their heads out to listen to the merry singing. Rico started off afresh, and the students also. They divided the song into solos and chorus; and the solo sang very solemnly,-- "And one lake, like another, From water is made." And then again,-- "And because they forgot it, It hurt not a bit." And the chorus took it up with,-- "And the lambkins, and the lambkins." Then they laughed so that they were almost dead, and were forced to be still for very fatigue and want of breath. Presently the driver stopped, for it was time for the horses to rest, and also dinner-time. While the good man helped Rico down, he held the little fellow's cap firmly for him, for it had a lot of money in it, and the boy was busy enough with holding his fiddle carefully. The coachman was perfectly delighted when he saw the money, and said, as he gave Rico the cap, "That is first rate; now you can have a good dinner."