When Reynolds was in Rome, aged twenty-one, he fell in with a
tatterdemalion, who proffered his service as guide. Rome is full of such
specimens, and the type is one that has not changed in five hundred
years.

Reynolds tossed the lad a copper, and the ragged one showed his fine
white teeth in a gladsome grin and proffered information. He clung to the
visitor all that afternoon, and the next morning when Reynolds started
out with his sketching-outfit, the youngster was sitting on his doorstep.
So they fared forth, Giuseppe carrying the kit.

Reynolds knew but little Italian--the boy taught him more. The boy knew
every corner of Rome, and was deep in the history of the Eternal
City--all he knew was Rome.

Joshua taught the youngster to sketch, and after the first few days there
in Rome. Joshua rigged Giuseppe up an easel, and where went Joshua there
also went Giuseppe.

Joshua got a bit ashamed of his partner's attire and bought him better
raiment.

When Reynolds left Rome on his homeward march, there, too, tagged the
faithful Giuseppe.

After several months they reached Lyons, and Joshua counted his money.
There was only enough to pay his fare by the diligence to Paris, with a
few francs over for food. He told Giuseppe that he could not take him
farther, and emptying his pockets of all his coppers, and giving him his
best silk handkerchief and a sketching-outfit, they cried down each