human
Don't tell Guiseppe; will you, Marta? It's for you and me to run away with to America when Guiseppe gets too bad. Take it, Marta, and keep it for us.
gpt
No, no, it's yours, _bambina_. Hide it back in your shoe. Marta likes to know her little one has money snugged away where she can use it if she needs it.
human
Those Americans have sent for the Tarantella dancers to come to the Vittoria Hotel to-night to dance the Tarantella for them. They say they dance it better here than in Naples. We will take the upstart there and see what she is worth. Fix her up. There'll be a crowd.
gpt
What's the matter with the girl? he asked.
human
She looks like a hungry beggar. See her shoes, her dress all dirt and stains. Confound you, Pappina, where's your beauty gone? You are all eyes to-day, when you ought to look like something.
gpt
You coward!