written on the phials, and if that do not cure him, nothing will, but our Maremma will take him to herself as she takes so many. Can you carry those flasks? See, sling them together so; and when you have other simples to sell, bring them to me. They are God's own medicines.'
She thanked him and went out; at the door he slipped a little money in her hand.
'You were not paid enough for your baskets, my dear; and get your sick man some meat with that.'
'T will bring you the rarest plants in all Maremma,' she said, with a tremor in her voice, 'and you shall pay me nothing at all for them. You are good.'
Ashamed of her emotion, she ran away up the little dark twisting street.
At the end of it, the old owner of the felucca was waiting.
'You will give me something now,' he said; 'you have done well.'
'I will pay you when we are back at Telamone,' she said, knowing her people.
'Oh, no, indeed,' said the old fellow angrily; 'that will not do at all. In the first place, I am not going back. My son
