human
Aha! he cried, holding them up for view,
gpt
Guiseppe, I want them. Give them to me. Pappina dug her little sun-browned hand into his pocket and brought up the bright beads. Guiseppe snatched them from her. Pappina stamped her foot.
human
Guiseppe, I want those beads!
gpt
You can't have them.
human
Guiseppe, give them to me! Please, dear Guiseppe!
gpt
Enough, enough, I say! Come on,
human
I'll not stir till you give me those beads,
gpt
I'll not sing for you ever, Guiseppe, if you keep those pretty beads. I'll never, never sing for you again, and then we can never go to America. I'd sooner give up the pet pig than those gold beads.
human
Oh, please let her have them,
gpt
Hold your tongue! her husband answered roughly.
human
You'd have me give her my head if she asked for it.