"'You cannot go there; it is too late.' Then with a sudden resolution she turned to the maid beside her. 'We will take them with us; their load is too heavy for them to get on fast enough. Quick! quick! Leave your donkey; he is tired; every one is so frightened he will not be stolen if he escapes. Come in here,' pushing open the carriage door. "Tessa turned irresolutely to Tasso, who was also uncertain what to do; but the tone was imperative; they were accustomed to obey. Crowds were now jostling them; women were crying; children were pushed hither and thither, their little toys trodden underfoot, more a grievance to them than the quaking earth. With a regretful glance at the donkey, Tessa and Tasso jumped into the carriage, which drove away as fast as the frightened horses could get through the throng. Miles and miles away they went until the horses could go no farther. Then they stopped for the night at a little inn overflowing with strangers, where they heard that Vesuvius was pouring forth lava, and where they could see the lurid glare of its flames reddening the evening sky. They were saved. My mission was fulfilled." Paz stopped; but Leo was unsatisfied. "And what became of them? Did they ever go home again? Were their father and mother killed?" "No; their parents escaped, but their home was buried in ashes. The children were cared for by the English lady until it was safe to return. All that was left them was the one poor donkey which, unharmed, strayed back to the place of its past abode, and with it they began a trade in lava which proved very remunerative." "Trade in lava?" repeated Leo, inquisitively. "Yes; the people pour melted lava in moulds before it cools, and so fashion ornaments out of it--perhaps they also carve it. I know they color it beautifully, for I have had to carry bracelets made of it to various people with whom we are on friendly terms, and they were blue as a bird's egg or turquoise." "How curious!" "No; they were not remarkable, not half as singular as coral formations." "What are they?" "Don't tell me you know nothing of coral!" "I believe I have seen it, but that is all." "Coral is made by wonderful little animals who live and die in its cells until their structures are big enough for islands; but I will leave that to Knops: my plan is not to cram." CHAPTER X "Well," said Leo, "you are not going to stop, I hope." "Oh no," said Paz, cheerfully, "I can spin yarns with any sailor. What will you have now?" "Something funny."