two devil of days when the little Perina could not make up her mind whether she wanted to be separated from her aching mother or not. Perina lived only two summers. A wasting away. Nothing the doctors could point a finger to and say, 'Here is a lump, or here the cause.' Just a wasting away. And for months Lucia swore that it was due to the Evil Eye of the mother of Costanzo Petrulli to whom she was once promised. He was from the south of Italy, this Costanzo, and Lucia had heard from his own lips of how his mother had the power to make one sicken or get well at will. True, she was in the old country with an ocean between them, but, — and for what other reason did the baby cling to that dark turbulent womb of her mother if not that the little unborn angel had presaged the Eye and was doing her weakly best to avoid it? Giacomo sucked at the stem, drawing the match flame to shroud the caked walls of the bowl. Dio, that Evil Eye story chewed hard on the teeth, but who knew, there were strange things in this world, strange, and who was he to doubt,- even though he could not truthfully say he believed? Lucia had a second girl, Lucina, who looked every inch like her mother. They had hoped - Giacomo and Pietro - that Giorgio and Lucina might take it into their hearts to marry. But no, for Giorgio it was the girl of Scottish parents, Jean; and for lucina it was this one and that one, all for pastime.
Giorgio tapped the kitchen pane with a mittened knuckle to signify that the car was already standing in the open road