'H'm!' said Rocjean, 'I suppose you would be afraid to go to such horrible countries, among such people?' 'Not I,' spoke Rita,'didn't Ida go to Paris, and didn't she come back to Rome with such a magnificent silk dress, and gold watch, and such a bonnet! all full of flowers, and lace, and ribbons? Oh! they don't eat 'nothing but maccaroni' there! And they don't have priests all the time sneaking round to keep a poor girl from earning a little money honestly, and haul her up before the police if her _carta di soggiorno_ [permit to remain in Rome] runs out. I wish [here Rita stamped her foot and her eyes flashed] Garibaldi would come here! Then you would see these black crows flying, _Iddio giusto_! Then we would have no more of these _arciprete_ making us pay them for every mouthful of bread we eat, or wine we drink, or wood we burn.' 'Why,' said Caper, 'they don't keep the baker-shops, and wine-shops, and wood-yards, do they?' 'No,' answered Rita, 'but they speculate in them, and Fra 'Tonelli makes his cousins and so on inspectors; and they regulate the prices to suit themselves, and make oh! such tremen-di-ous fortunes. [Here Rita opened her eyes, and spread her hands, as if beholding the elephant.] Don't I remember, some time ago, how, when the Pope went out riding, he found both sides of the way from the Vatican to San Angelo crowded with people on their knees, groaning and calling to him. Said he to Fra 'Tonelli: ''What are these poor people about?' ''Praying for your blessed holiness,' said he, while his eyes sparkled. ''But,' said the Pope, 'they are moaning and groaning.' ''It's a way the _poblaccio_ have,' answered 'Tonelli, 'when they pray.' 'The Pope knew he was lying, so, when he went home to the Vatican, he sent for one of his faithful servants, and said he: ''Santi, you run out and see what all this shindy is about?' 'So Santi came back and told him 'Tonelli had put up the price of bread, and the people were starving. So the Pope took out a big purse with a little money in it, and said he: ''Here, Santi, you go and buy me ten pounds of bread, and get a bill for it, and have it receipted!' 'So Santi came back with bread, and bill all receipted, and laid it down on a table, and threw a cloth over it. By and by, in comes 'Tonelli. Then the Pope says to him, kindly and smiling: ''I am confident I heard the people crying about bread to-day; now, tell me truly, what is it selling for?' 'Then 'Toneli told him such a lie. [Up went Rita's hands and eyes.] 'Then the Pope says, while he looked so [knitting her brows]: ''Oblige me, if you please, by lifting up that cloth.' 'And'Tonelli did. 'Bread went down six _baiocchi_ next morning!' 'By the way, Rita,' asked Rocjean, 'where is your little brother, Beppo?' 'Oh! he's home,' she answered, 'but I wish you would ask your friend Enrico, the German sculptor, if he won't have him again, for his model.' 'Why, I thought he was using him for his new statue?'