devout pointing to the sky were all she really understood.

Then Giacomo translated.

"Because he was ill--but the Signorina knows the story--the
blessed Saint Sebastian came down to him and guarded the sheep,
and he went home and became well, miraculously well. See how he
is recovered from his fever! It was our Lady who wrought it all.
Now he comes back and all his flock is there: not one is
missing, but all are fat and flourishing. Does not the Signorina
believe that it was some one from another world who helped him?"

"Si," answered Daphne, looking at the sheepskin coat.

"No one has seen the holy saint except himself, but the blessed
one has appeared again to him. Antoli came back, afraid that the
sheep were scattered, afraid of being dismissed. He found his
little tent in order; food was there, and better food than
shepherds have, eggs and wine and bread. While he waited the
blessed one himself came, with light shining about his hair. He
brought back the coat that he had worn: see, is it not proof
that he was there?"

"The coat was a new one," interrupted the shepherd.

Giacomo repeated, and went on.

"He smiled and talked most kindly, and when he went away--the
Signorina understands?"