It was three years before Mariuccia saw Giannella again. Then Candida
brought her to Rome, fat and well-looking, to show her to the
sister-in-law, who was to be moved, at sight of the pretty, well-fed
little girl, to grant a modest request. Once in three months during the
passing years a trusty carrettiere from Castel Gandolfo had brought
Mariuccia a letter, written for Candida by the official scribe of the
"Castello," reporting Giannella's good progress; and Fra Tommaso had
read it to the recipient in the empty chapel under the bell tower.
The same proven counselor had always written the answer for her, free
of charge (it would have been folly to pay the public letter-writer
in Piazza San Carlo for what she could get done for nothing!) and
had made up and sealed the little packet of money, growing heavier
with Giannella's growth, which the carrier took back with him when he
dawdled across the campagna to the hills, in his high cart, painted in
gorgeous reds and blues, piled with empty barrels in exchange for the
full ones he had brought in. A proud man was he. His sheepskin awning
was hung with twenty or thirty jingling brass bells; his horses moved
leisurely under their great burnished collars; his white lupetto,
the fierce little fox-dog without which the outfit would have been
incomplete, barked madly at everything on the road and frenziedly
at all the other lupettos on the other carriers' vehicles, and took
sole charge of all property during the long pauses at the thatched
"Cappanne" where the jolly driver would have a glass of wine and a game
of bowls with his compeers to break the monotony of the journey.
The letters he brought four times a year provided the great excitement
of Mariuccia's existence, and the Professor knew that for a day or two
in every quarter his housekeeper would be slightly less silent and
methodical than usual. He understood that there was a child at nurse
in the country, an occurrence so common that he never gave it a second
thought. He imagined it was Mariuccia's own, and as she never spoke
of having a husband, supposed that she was a widow. Once or twice he
wondered what kind of a man could have had the courage to espouse such
a carabineer in petticoats. He himself had a nervous terror of women,
whom he considered as brainless, extravagant creatures, and in spite
of his comparative youth, he seemed destined for an old bachelor, so
resolutely did he avoid feminine society.
It was therefore a shock to him to return one bright winter day from
the university to find his apartment resounding with women's voices and
childish laughter. The front-door bell was broken and he was fighting
the maestro di casa as to who should pay for repairing it, so he had
let himself in with the latchkey and was coming on tiptoe down the
passage to have a peep at the intruders, when the kitchen door flew
open, and, out of the haze of sunshine within, a small, golden-headed
whirlwind shot forward with a scream of laughter, bumped against
his knees, and went down on the bricks with a thud. He sprang back,
nearly as alarmed as the child; but before he could find his breath
for questioning--or she for crying--two excited women swooped down on
the little sufferer, picked her up, felt her all over, tried to drown
her sobs with caresses and promises, and finally bore her back to the
kitchen without having taken the slightest notice of the indignant
master of the house. He judged it best to withdraw to his sanctum,
where he sat down in dismal depression. He felt certain that this
cataclysm foreboded the destruction of his peace.
It was poor Mariuccia's peace, however, which was disturbed by
Candida's visit. Giannella had been splendidly cared for; her clothes
were in excellent order. Sister Mariuccia could see for herself that
every penny sent for the child had been honestly expended on her.
Could she have those red cheeks and bright eyes, could she be such a
little wisp of activity and high spirits, if she were not well fed
and happy? Candida proudly asked. Surely the rich relations would be
more than satisfied. And, since this would redound to Mariuccia's
credit and magnify her reward from them, was it too much to ask that
she would come forward generously, like the dear, good soul she always
was, to help Candida, junior, the eldest niece, to a fine settlement
in life? The prosperous parents of a particularly nice young man had
made a proposal for Candiduccia. They were willing to take her without
a dowry if she could bring the proper plenishings, the bed and the
linen, the chest of drawers and the pearl earrings--and of course the
Sunday clothes--without which no self-respecting girl could enter a
family. Here was a chance for Candiduccia! But, to tell the truth,
things had not gone so very well with Stefano of late. The good donkey
had died suddenly; last year the filloxera had got at the grapes--and,
in fine, they looked to sister Mariuccia to remember her kind promises
and give the money for the outfit. How much? Why, well laid out,
perhaps a hundred scudi would do, since of course the linen was there
already--Candiduccia had been spinning it ever since she was ten, and
Sor Mariano had woven it for her for nothing. Yes, a hundred scudi
should do nicely. And dear Mariuccia was so rich and had no children to
provide for! A little thing like that would not make much difference to
her.
Dear Mariuccia looked down at Giannella (who by this time had taken
her old new friend into grace, and had fallen asleep in her arms) and
wondered how much further her little stock of money would go. The three
years' payments had made sad inroads on the vaunted savings; but that
Candida must never know; the money was supposed to come from the rich
relations "fuori," myths in whom Mariuccia herself had come to believe
in a way at times, even tormenting herself with the possibility of
their coming to claim the little waif. For the woman who had refused
to marry had plenty of affection to bestow, and Giannella seemed to be
the only thing in the world which was her very own, had been her own
ever since she was born and her real mother had slipped away from the
costly joys of maternity. Mariuccia had woven pleasant little dreams
about the future, and seen herself bringing Giannella to live with
her when the child grew bigger and could be taught to move quietly
about the house and not disturb the Professor at his books; she had
seen her, in imagination, prettily dressed, as became her station in
life, and finally ensnaring the affections of some ideally good and
handsome young man--who would marry her and bring old Mariuccia to
take care of them both and of the beautiful children Heaven would
send them. But Giannella must eat many loaves of bread before these
pleasant visions could be realized, and who was to provide them but
Mariuccia? Four scudi a month was good pay, but how far would it go
alone when the precious savings had fitted out Candiduccia and her two
younger sisters--for what had been done for one must be done for the
others--for entrance into well-to-do families? Mamma mia, it was a
perplexing outlook! Well, the Madonna and San Giuseppe must provide.
These things were matters of destiny. There was no going back now.
"You will do it, will you not?" came Candida's anxious question. The
suspense was almost unbearable to her.
"Yes, I will do it, Candida mia!" the other woman replied slowly. Then
she added more cheerfully, "The 'tratto' is the most expensive part.
You had better leave the buying of that and the earrings to me. I can
combat with these brigands of merchants better than you can, and here
in the city there are fine shops for silk and cloth. You shall have
the things the next time the carrettiere goes out. I will give you the
money for the bed and the bureau to-day."
Having once made up her mind, no more regrets were admitted and for
the next twenty-four hours Mariuccia's feelings were divided between
delight at the pretty ways of the child and anxiety lest the Professor
should find her trottings to and fro, her laughter and occasional
tears, too intolerably disturbing. But when it was explained to him
that the visitation was but a passing one, he was more patient than
could have been expected. The next day Candida bore little Giannella
away in good time to catch the vettura for Albano; her farewells took
the form of an all-embracing benediction for the generosity of the rich
sister; and that afternoon Mariuccia asked her master for permission
to go out for a couple of hours. She came home absolutely hoarse with
bargaining, bringing a roll of silk that would have stood alone--a
gorgeous brocade of red carnations on a cinnamon-colored ground--and
two feet of scarlet cloth which looked like geranium petals and felt
like a baby's cheek. It had cost five scudi a foot, and with some
broad gold trimmings would make the half sleeves from wrist to elbow
which were relatively the most expensive part of the superb Albanese
costume. It would also provide the stiff little stomacher into which
the voluminous shawl of fine lace would be tucked. For this last,
as well as for the lace apron, Mariuccia had gone to the selling
department of the Pietá, where unredeemed pledges were disposed of, and
had found there just the right earrings, wide hoops of pale gold with
three fair-sized pearls dangling from each. If the bride lived to be
ninety and a great-grandmother, she would wear this dress every Sunday
and Feast Day at Mass and would leave it as a treasured heirloom to her
descendants. In the goatskin trunk under her bed Mariuccia kept the
one which her own mother and grandmother had worn at their weddings
and ever after. No holidays came into her dull life, but the "tratto"
must not be parted with while there was even a faint possibility of her
having to appear at church in her native town.
The precious sendings were confided, a day or two later, with many
anxious recommendations, to Sebastiano the carrettiere, who promised
not to get off the cart for a moment, no matter what temptations might
assail him till they were safely deposited at their destination.
"Leave it all to me," he exclaimed, slapping his chest proudly. "Am I
not a galantuómo? Do you think I would let such stuff as that out of my
sight for a moment? Diamini! We have our principles, we carrettieri!
Not a single glass will I drink before I reach Castel Gandolfo."
Mariuccia fancied that the white lupetto on the driving seat winked one
eye, quite like a Christian, at this assurance, the like of which he
had probably heard before, and she felt a little uncomfortable about
the goods until, two weeks later, the receipt for them came in the
shape of a box of confetti tied with white ribbon, the usual "faire
part" of an accomplished wedding. She offered it, as in duty bound, to
the Professor, who accepted it blandly and made the sugar-plums suffice
for two meals, thereby effecting a saving of at least ten baiocchi.
* * * * * * * * *
Another three years went by, and when Candida, as Mariuccia had
foreseen, came to solicit for Teresina the favors which had been
accorded to her elder sister, Mariuccia saw that some decisive step
must be taken; she could no longer pay for Giannella's board in her
brother's family. Twice already she had been to see Mr. Brockmann's
artist friends, and though they had received her with great kindness
and cordiality, they had been able to help her but little. One was
married, and had all he could do to maintain a wife and child; the
other seemed to be as poor as ever, and only necessity would have made
his visitor accept the few dollars which he insisted on giving her.
There was no one else to appeal to. Mariuccia gave almost her last
scudo to fit out Teresina for her wedding, and then, leaving Candida in
the kitchen with Giannella (a much quieter little person than of yore)
standing in awed silence beside her chair, marched boldly into the
Professor's study and asked his permission to keep the child with her
henceforth.
Bianchi looked up from his papers in blank dismay. Keep a child in the
house? The thing was out of the question. What was Mariuccia thinking
of to propose such an absurdity?
"If the Signor Professor really wants to know what I am thinking of,"
she replied, "I will tell him, in all sincerity. I am thinking of a new
place, where I can have Giannella with me. I heard of one this morning.
And they give five scudi a month."
Her master's opposition collapsed before this statesmanlike invention.
He could not part with his silent, economical jewel of domesticity,
to fall into strange and ruthless hands. No, better accept the child,
even if it should prove a demon, as he had heard that young children
mostly were, and keep his cook. But he made conditions. Under no
circumstances was the baby (the flight of time was forgotten by him
and he was thinking of something small and noisy that would trip him
up at every step) to enter his rooms. And also it must be understood,
once and for all, that he must never be asked to contribute to its
maintenance. Not a lump of sugar or a crust of bread was it to have
from his stores. If people were so silly as to take strange orphans to
bring up--Giannella's history had now been explained to him--they must
bear the punishment of their spendthrift insanity alone. Perhaps it
would teach them wisdom.
Mariuccia's eyes blazed as he said this, and he began to fear that he
might have gone too far. But she was generous enough to overlook the
insults of a conquered adversary. She thanked him in set terms for
the permission to keep Giannella, assured him that he should neither
hear nor see the child; and then she calmed her ruffled feelings by
the first impertinent speech that had ever fallen from her lips. "Let
the padrone congratulate himself on one point. The chastisements due
to what he called spendthrift insanity, and which most persons would
consider common charity, would never fall on his respected head."
Then she went back to Candida and told her that Giannella must now
remain in the city. Her invisible relations wished her to have a
superior education, such as was unattainable in her country home.
Candida was frankly sorry. She had come to love the paying nursling
almost as if it were her own; and the charge of Giannella, who was
looked upon by the neighbors as quite a highborn young heiress,
conferred much distinction on her foster parents. As for the child
herself, she was appalled at the prospect of being parted from
"Mamma Candida" and her lifelong playmates, to remain alone with
"Zia Mariuccia," who looked so old and stern. She flung herself into
Candida's arms and wept bitterly, the two women watching her in
silence. Candida rocked her in her arms while some tears of her own
trickled down over the golden hair in which she had taken such pride
for years past.
Mariuccia let them weep together. These things were matters of destiny.
There was nothing for her to say. Their double grief showed that the
little one had been happy at least. Her own turn would come when the
parting was over; and though she was racking her brain as to ways and
means, she was confident that she could make Giannella happy too. She
rose quietly and prepared as tempting a dinner as her resources would
provide, and her sorrowing guests did full justice to it at last.
Then all three went out to make the purchases for Teresina; and the
streets, the shops, the band playing stridently as a detachment of
French soldiers in gay uniforms marched down the Corso, all sent the
country-reared child wild with delight. She was finally put to bed with
a honey cake under her pillow, and never woke till Candida, who had
slipped away in the dawn, was far out on the Via Appia, so occupied
with anticipating Teresina's joy over the grand new clothes that there
was little place in her mind for anything else.
A few days later Sebastiano brought a big bundle in which Mariuccia
found every garment that Giannella had outgrown carefully folded up
and saved by her scrupulous keepers, together with odds and ends of
playthings, and little pictures of the Saints given for good conduct
by the parish priest who had taught her her catechism. There was also
a present of cakes and fruit from the teeming Alban garden in the
hills. The padrone was offered his due of all, and actually smiled
when he found a little person, with round cheeks and funnily puckered
brow, reaching up with two hands to put a plate of fresh figs on his
dinner-table. The child nearly dropped it when she saw him enter, but
summoned up all her courage to shove it on safely. Then she turned
and ran at full speed all the way to the kitchen, where she rushed
to Mariuccia's side and hid her face in her protector's voluminous
skirts. "Oh, please, please, ask him not to eat me this time!" she
wailed. "I didn't know he was there--I will never do it again."
For Mariuccia, determined that the padrone should have no just cause
of complaint, had confided to Giannella a terrible secret: the Signor
Professor never hurt little girls who obeyed orders, but it was well
known that he had once gobbled up a certain naughty child who did not
keep out of his way!