George Allan England

“ But I 'fraid my moglie she's goin' starve-die 'fore I getta her America! Ed i bambini! Wat's become my bambini?"
His mood had changed again. He was only a big child himself, and no emotion could last long in that great high-arching breast.
"Ecco, amico mio!" said I, leaning over the table. "Take this to help get the bella moglie here in time!" and I pressed a silver half-dollar into the horny palm.
"No, no, signore!" he stammered, with a broad smile of amazement and pleasure. "No, no, not-a for me, no, grazie! no per me!"
"For la Lucia!" I exclaimed, "and for the little ones in Campodoglio!" ”

“ The offspring of orthodox parents and a "superior civilization," he contrasted unfavorably with the illiterate peasant's son, in whose veins still bounded the full red tide of southern life, Giuseppe handed him the bill, half suspiciously. ”

“ My t'ree bambini verree fine bambini, yessir!" Giuseppe was warming up; his hand was beginning to make circles. "One-a bambino he go to scuola, one he babee, one he come-a pretty soon, io credo. La moglie she's sick too, no work-a now. I want 'em all come America, yessir!
"W'en I first come here I save-a la moneta one month, sen' home, tell 'er save it, come-a here too! But she's take-a that moneta an' spen' him all per vivere, to live on, eh? Well, then I no send any more, only leetle bit ev'ry month, an' da rest I save, me mysel'—getta lot-a moneta, then send heem all together, capite? ”