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A CANAL IN VENICE  97
THE LEANING TOWER OF PISA  98
THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS: VENICE  101
THE DOGE'S PALACE: VENICE  102
IN A GONDOLA  103
FEEDING PIGEONS IN ST. MARK'S SQUARE  104
JULIET'S GRAVE: VERONA  106
WASHING CLOTHES  108
A FISH MARKET IN GENOA  112
COLUMBUS' HOUSE: GENOA  114
A QUAINT ITALIAN STREET  116
MILAN CATHEDRAL  121
VESUVIUS SEEN FROM POMPEII  124
THE APPIAN WAY  130
POMPEII  132
HOUSE OF THE VETTI: POMPEII  133
A STREET IN POMPEII
  Photo by Courtesy of Italian Tourist Information Office  136
OLD OLIVE OIL MILL: POMPEII  141
POMPEII  142
SORRENTO
  Photo by Courtesy of Italian Tourist Information Office  144
TONY TRIED TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING  151
TONY, ANNA, AND TINA-NIKI-FIDO  156

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TONY AND TINA

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Little Tony of Italy

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CHAPTER I

TONY AND TINAS

It was love at first sight.

It happened as Tony was sauntering along a noisy street in Naples. One of the noisiest, oldest, and dirtiest streets.

Cries, songs, laughter, scoldings filled the air. And smells! But not the smell of roses.

Tony's brown hands were stuffed in his ragged pockets. A never-mind whistle was on his saucy lips.

But suddenly he stopped. He planted his legs apart and stared. There, on the steps of a church, she sat. Her beautiful, pitiful brown eyes looked up at Tony.

She had a bewitching face. It was a white face; thin and rather sad.

"Hungry?" asked Tony.

ON A STREET IN NAPLES

Then, without waiting for a reply, he added, "Come along. I'll buy you something to eat."

He jingled coins in his pockets. His mouth curved at the corners. He had black eyes and they gleamed.

They started off together, when, all at once, she stopped and would go no farther.

"Come," urged Tony. "Don't be afraid. I have money. See? I begged it of the Americans at the big hotel."

He drew the coins from his pocket and showed them to her. But she only stood and gazed at him with those mournful, brown eyes. Tony's black ones snapped.

"Avanti! (Forward!)" he cried. "What makes you stand like a donkey? See, I have enough to buy you all the food you can eat. I am clever."

He smiled roguishly.

"I cry before the foreigners," he continued. "I rub my stomach, so! I say, 'Ah, I die of hunger!'"

He made a frightful face and patted