human
There is sure to be a demand at the large establishments for a talented North American,
gpt
said Luigi, grandly. He remembered Maso's mother, and to him Casa Corti, at whose heels, as it were, he had lived, was a highly aristocratic place of abode. Luigi was assistant in a shop where glass-ware was sold; for an hour this morning he was free to accompany his friend in his quest, and together they edged their way along in the narrow line of shade on one side of the hot, white streets. But it made no difference whether Luigi went in first and offered his North American candidate, Maso following a few minutes afterwards, or whether Maso made his demand in person, Luigi entering later, with his best smile, to serve as backer; no one showed any eagerness to secure the services of the small, narrow-chested boy.
human
Say, Maso, couldn't you _look_ a little different? suggested Luigi, anxiously, as they came out of an office, where, as he was last, he had overheard the epithet
gpt
Why, I look as I'm made. Everybody looks as they're made, don't they?
human
Ah, but expression is a beautiful thing--a sympathetic countenance, said Luigi, waving his hand.
gpt
Now you--you might smile more. Promise me to try a smile at the next place where we go in to ask.
human
Like this? said Maso. And stopping, he slapped his leg violently, and gave a deep, long, sardonic laugh.
gpt
I saw a man once who did it like that,
human
Well! If you should go in and ask for a place and do that--well, I don't know _what_ they would do to you!
gpt
I didn't want to do it; you made me,
human
I told you to smile with an amiability--a sweetness; I didn't tell you to slap your leg and yell out like that, Luigi remonstrated, taking off his hat and wiping his hot forehead.
gpt
Come; here's a window with nice looking-glasses; practice a little, and I'll stand behind and tell you when it's right.