with a cry of delight Roma ran into the balcon

e has started," said Don Camillo

"What a sight! It dazzl

he American Ambassador stood behind her, and, as permitted by his greater ag

Roma!'" (mimicking the cry of the newspaper sellers). "Look at that pretty girl-the fair one with the young man in th

o love take u

think about-a wedding! Glorious morning, beautiful sunshine, flowers, wre

ut-you begin dreaming about it in your cradles-it's

she got from Adam,

the hearthrug inside and listening t

olved to arr

us an oppor

orget that he

n Parliament he is a privileged person; let him make half a

g them? Yes? Which of them? Which? Which? Which? The tall man in the black

m the littl

, and the Princess will cry 'Madonna mia

ch

ou, though, and then

laughed the laugh a man loves to

r of a line of princes, maki

she is, then! See how good I am

gree to go for a row in the same boat to the same place, and if

d a smile, partly serious, p

u think l

I could!

of the Vatican, and then the confused noises in the square suddenly ceased

ied Roma. "Baron, th

he Baron answe

ked it up, tucked it under her arm and ran back to the balcony, where she stood by the parapet, in full view o

bronze gate under the right arm of the colonnade, and passing do

fascinations of the scene, and

hey all are. There now-those men

c Cursori. When a Cardinal is nominated they take him the ne

fat folk in whit

he Director, old Maestro Mustafa-used to

mittens and rosary and the comfort

Lorenzo, confessor to the Pope

said

ar looked up at her, whereupon she smiled down on him, a

se Frati in different colo

ns and Franciscans! Brown and white-Carmelites! Black-Augustinians and Benedictines! Black with a white cross-Passionists! And the mon

" said the

Nearly every man a woman wants is either mated or has sworn off in some way. Oh,

etticoat would be more frightening

ste

ch had passed the balcony there c

Sistine Chapel! They

How splendid! How glorious! I

like the shudder that passes over the earth at sundown, swept across the piazza, and the people stood motionless, every neck stretched, and every eye turned in the direction of the bronze

! Baron,

m below like the roaring of surf, and it was followed by a clapping of hands like

having a canopy of silver and gold above him. He wore a triple crown, which glistened in the sunlight, and b

f beatified light on it-a face of marve

e's on a gilded chair under the silken canopy! The canopy is held up by prelates, and the c

said a voice behind he

the sea below is running mountains high. No, it's like no other sound on earth; it's human-fifty thousand unloosed throats of men! That's the clapping of ladies-listen

complete; she was waving her handk

h's coat of many colours! We can see him plainly now. Do you smell the incense? It's like the ribbon of Bruges. The pluviale? That gold vestment? It's

rass before

, marble-Carrara marble! He might be Lazarus who was dead and has c

al autocrat

oing by! Viva il Papa Re

ing her eyes, trying to cover up with

is t

voices in the distanc

ing Tu es Petrus,"

down there. Somebody is

Rossi," said

l about him." She moved forward to see his face. "Why

d all over her at that moment, and

's am

e him. Do you know,

ny things," sa

two rows of pearly teeth between parted

he'll present the petition. No ... yes ... the brutes! They'r

l shouts of the pilgrims were heard the monotonous voices of the monks as th

him on to a car,"

id R

is going

acing this way! Oh, yes; those are his own people with the banners! Baron, t

us

ame up from below, and in a mo