Here，mydearmother，criedFrancisco，pouringtheguineasintoherlap。andhere，continuedhe，emptyingabagwhichcontainedaboutasmuchmore，insmallItaliancoins，theprofitsoftrade-moneyhehadfairlyearnedduringthetwoyearshesoldfruitamongstthelittleNeapolitanmerchants。thisisallyours，dearestmother，andIhopeitwillbeenoughtopayforthebrindledcow。Nay，youmustnotrefuseme——
Ihavesetmyheartuponthecowbeingmilkedbyyouthisveryevening。
andI’llproducemybestbunchesofgrapes，andmyfather，perhaps，willgiveusamelon。forI’vehadnotimeformelonsthisseason。andI’llsteptoNaplesandinvite——mayI，mother？——mygoodfriends，dearCarloandyourfavouritelittleRosetta，andmyolddrawingmaster，andmyfriendArthur，andwe’llsupwithyouatyourdairy。
Thehappymotherthankedherson，andthefatherassuredhimthatneithermelonnorpine-appleshouldbespared，tomakeasupperworthyofhisfriends。
Thebrindledcowwasbought，andArthurandCarloandRosettamostjoyfullyacceptedtheirinvitation。