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I PAPPINA PIERNO 7
II THE CONQUEST OF GUISEPPE 29
V AT CAVA 77
VI HARDSHIPS AT SALERNO 97
X NAPLES AND A NEW LIFE 162
THE PUNCHINELLOS
PAPPINA PIERNO
It was away up in that part of Naples called San Lucia, where clothes seem forever hanging out to dry, that Pappina lived with the rest of the Pierno family, a tribe too large to enumerate.
Pappina was only seven years of age, but she was different from every other child living in dingy, dirty San Lucia. Few even of the grown people of the neighborhood cared to be clean, and as for their hair--why, they paid no attention to that, but let it go as it found itself. But Pappina took delight in combing her silky black hair and in washing her beautiful face and dimpled hands.
This was a wonder to all who lived near.
Only when she sang and danced and the people gathered around her did she seem to take much notice of her neighbors.
Pappina's love of beauty sprang from her eager little heart like a sweet flower from a patch of rich earth on a rocky hillside.
It grew with very little nourishment from without, for in all her seven years she had hardly been out of sight of the hivelike tenement where her hard-working father himself had been born. On rare days she was taken to a near-by street where for generations the women of the neighborhood had gone to do their family washing at a free fountain; and of course, as all little girls in Italy do, she went to a gray old church regularly with her mother. Down the narrow street, past the mean shops, to church was the longest journey out into the world the bright-eyed little maiden had ever taken.
Her brothers, however, were great travelers. Sometimes at night they came home with tales of the wonderful foreigners who thronged the Toledo, of the splendid shops where all the treasures of the earth were gathered--jewels that sparkled like the sun; flowers that smelled like a breath of heaven; rich and gay clothes! Pappina sat with shining eyes and listened to these amazing tales until her heart was full of a longing to go and see for herself the wonders described.
On some mornings after drinking in news of the unknown world to which her brothers journeyed every day, Pappina would follow them down the stairs, through the court, out upon the cobble-stoned street, with outstretched hands, crying:
"Take me, Filippo, Vittorio!"
Sometimes she would follow her brothers for some distance, only to be taken back into the courtyard of the tenement when they discovered her running after them. Pappina, who had a temper of her own, returned more often in anger than in tears.
One day a great resolve came to her as she stood watching them go away.
"I've staved at home long enough," she said to herself. "They won't take me, but I'm going; I'm surely going."
Pappina spent all the morning in adorning herself for the journey. Time and again her mother called to her:
But Pappina, standing before a bit of looking-glass, never heard the call, she was so busy pinning on a bit of lace or a ribbon, or combing and curling her tresses.
Soon after noon a grotesque little figure darted out of the tenement and down the street. Without looking to right or left it ran swiftly for a short distance, and then it stopped and looked back to see if any one were following. Then Pappina--for it was she--moved on, bound for the Toledo.
She held her head up proudly, and all the bits of lace and ribbon that she had fastened to her faded little frock fluttered about her as she hurried on--toward the Toledo she thought, but, in truth, over the bridge that leads to the Marina or wharf at Castle dell'Ovo.
The place had no historic interest for her. Pappina knew nothing of history; she was just a poor little Neapolitan girl. Only foreign tourists visited the oval-shaped castle because it was the place where Cicero met Brutus bloody-handed from the murder of Caesar; where kings and queens had dwelt and been imprisoned. She saw only the crowds of people--the divine people who made the wonderland her brothers told about.
Some of the people were waving their arms toward the water and laughing. Pappina approached the edge of the wharf, that she might see everything that was going on.
Well-dressed men were throwing money into the waves.
"What wealth they must have!" exclaimed Pappina to herself. "Such queer words they speak, too! These must be the foreigners Vittorio tells about!"
"Oh, the foreigners are not crazy; they are only kind," she thought.
Pappina was astonished. There were blond-haired Englishmen, blue-eyed Germans, black-whiskered Russians, generous Americans; and such wonderful ladies everywhere!
Suddenly a group of light-hearted tourists, bent on discovering all the treasures of a foreign land, swept around Pappina.
"What a quaint little beauty!" one lady exclaimed. "See how she has decked herself out in all her finery! What cherubic eyes!"
Pappina clasped her hands to her breast and shrank back from the gaze of the eyes fastened upon her. She was such a little girl, and never before had she been so far away from home; no wonder the sudden attention of all these finely dressed ladies and gentlemen frightened her.
"I must go home," she exclaimed; "I must run home and tell them all about it. Oh, what a grand time I've had!" She laughed aloud as she broke through the crowd and darted away.
On ran Pappina until she spied the statues of La Villa, and then, although the beauty of the park was before her eyes, she was frightened. Where was her home--her dear, dear home? where were her brothers and sisters? Pappina was lost.
Suddenly her lips stopped quivering: forgotten were her home and her fright. Her little feet paused.
A band! Wonder of wonders! For the first time in her life Pappina heard the whole air aquiver. Streams of sweet sound swept around her. Her whole body tingled, down to her feet. She began to dance with the unconsciousness of a music-mad little child. Tapping her toes on the pavement, gliding and swaying to and fro with the music, keeping time with her arms, dancing with truly wonderful grace, she had drawn a large group of people about her by the time the waltz had ceased.
She drew back, frightened.
"Yours, all yours!" called some voices.
Rich little Pappina! The luxuries of the world--her world--were now within her reach. What should she buy? For a moment her bright eyes rested on the strings of macaroni some boys near her were eating. She felt a sudden hunger, but she had wanted a coral necklace too long to spend her money for the mere pleasure of eating, so she started off to hunt for a shop filled with jewels such as Filippo had often told about.
Filippo turned sharply toward her and gruffly demanded: "What are you doing here?" In her joy she ignored both his anger and his question. With dancing eyes she jingled her coins.
"See," she cried, "I've been dancing. Come quickly, Filippo; I want a coral necklace; take me where I can buy one."
"Sit down, you simpleton," he growled.
Words proved useless. Pappina must wait, so she sat down close beside Filippo, watching the game patiently for some time. Tired of this, she opened her apron, trying to count her wealth.
The second time she jumped quickly to her feet, her eyes and cheeks aflame. The third time she gave him a vigorous slap.
"Let my money alone! You're a mean, horrid boy!"
"I'm so hungry, Filippo, and I'm tired, too. Take me home." He made no move. "Don't you hear me? I want to go home at once, Filippo," and she stamped her little foot imperiously.
The game thus interrupted, the boys arose and moved on.
Filippo shook Pappina as he demanded: "What business have you down here bothering me. I'd like to know! You'd better stay home after this."
Pappina paid no attention to his anger.
"Oh, Filippo," she cried, "it's lots of fun to come down here to the Toledo. I'm coming every day."
"'Tain't the Toledo," said Filippo, still out of sorts.
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