"Corpo di Bacco!" swore Giacomo.

Then the two brown ones devoted mind and body to explanation.
Giacomo gesticulated and waved the napkin he had in his hand;
Assunta shook her black silk apron: and they both spoke at once.

"Il mio Bertuccio! It is my little son, Signorina, and my only,
and the Signorina has never seen his like. When he was three
years old he wore clothing for five years, and now he is six
inches taller than his father."

This and much more said Assunta, and she said it as one word.
Giacomo, keeping pace and giving syllable for syllable,
remarked:--

"It is our Bertuccio who has been working in a tunnel in the
Italian Alps, and has come home for rest. He is engineer,
Signorina, and has genius. And before he became this he was
guide here in the mountains, and he knows every path, every
stone, every tree."

"What?" asked Daphne feebly.

Then, in a multitude of words that darkened knowledge, they said
it all over again. Bertuccio, the light of their eyes, the sole
hope of their old age, had come home. He could be the
Signorina's guide among the hills, being very strong, very
trusty, molto forte, molto fedele.