"I make
not the shava, Signore," he said, "I am the courier--for your kind
dispositione I am here."
"You should _never_ judge foreigners by their appearance, Alexander,"
rebuked momma.
"Well, Mr. Bebbini," said the Senator, "I guess I've got to apologise to
you. You see they told me inside there that I should probably find a--a
tonsorial artist out here on the steps"--poppa never minds telling a
story to save people's feelings. "But you haven't convinced me," he
continued, "that I've got any use for a courier."
"You wish see Genoa--is it not?"
"Well, yes," replied the Senator, "it is."
"Then with me you come alonga. I will translate you the city--shoppia,
pallass--w'at you like. Also I am not dear man neither. In the season
yes. Then I am very dear. But now is nobody."
"What does your time cost to buy?" demanded poppa.
"Very cheap price. Two francs one hour. Ten francs one day. But if with
you I travel, make arrangimento, you und'stan', look for traina--'otel,
_biglietto, bagaglia_--then I am so little you laugh. Two 'undred franc
the month!" and Alessandro indicated with every muscle of his body the
amazement he expected us to feel.
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