helter to keep out the rain.

Garibaldi was firmly tied to one of the posts.

"Come, my pet," Lucia whispered, "we are going away and I have a ribbon
for your neck, see?"

"Now come," she coaxed, "we must go up to the convent, that nice
American Mr. Lathrop is going to put you in a box. You won't like it,
poor dear, but it's the only way they let goats travel."

Garibaldi seemed to understand something of the importance of the
occasion, for she walked along beside her little mistress with lowered
head.

Lucia waited until Nana and Beppi had disappeared through the gate
before she started. She knew there was plenty of time and she wanted
to be alone.

She stood in the doorway of the cottage and looked at the poor, tumbled
little room. She felt suddenly very forlorn and lonely.

"Good-by, little room," she said softly, "I will never, never forget
you. It isn't as if you were going very far away from me for we have
given you to Maria, she and Roderigo will take good care of you, and
some day perhaps I will come back for a tiny visit," she said.

A plaintive "Naa" from Garibaldi made her turn. As she left the room
her eyes lingered on the green bed.

Captain Riccardi was sitting up, fully dressed, and waiting for them in
the garden of the convent.

At sight of Lucia his eyes danced with fun.

"Well, little sister of mine, how are you?" he greeted.

"Oh, I am so excited, Senor," Lucia replied. "Is it nearly time to go?"

"No, not for a couple of hours," the Captain laughed.

"Are we really going in an automobile?" Beppi demanded, "like the one
the King came in?"

"Yes, just like that, and then we go in a train for a long time," the
Captain explained.

"Do we _sleep_ in the train?" Beppi's eyes were as round as saucers.

"No," the Captain shook his head, "we sleep in a lovely house that
belongs to a friend of mine in Rome."

Beppi tried to be polite but Captain Riccardi saw the disappointment in
his eyes, and patted his small head.

"Are you sorry?" he laughed.

"Oh, no, he is not," Lucia contradicted hastily, "he will like sleeping
in Rome, won't you, my pet?"

Beppi hung his head. "I will like it," he admitted, "but it will not
be as exciting as sleeping on a train."

"No, of course it won't, but it will be lots more comfortable, and you
see I have to think of that," the Captain explained, "but I promise you
some day we will sleep in a train, and on a boat, or any old place you
like, how