e. You have a
good memory."

"How could I forget you, senorita; and the pictures, and your kindness!
But I have left Venice, you see. Yes. Even now I am on my way to
America."

"To America? Oh, Giusippe, Giusippe! And that is why you have discarded
your faded blouse, and the red tie which you wore knotted round your
throat. Alas! I am almost sorry. And yet you look very nice," she added
kindly. "But to leave Venice!"

"It is best," Giusippe explained gently. "I have my way to make, and I
can do it better in your country, my senorita."

"Perhaps. Still, I am sorry to have you leave your home. It is like
taking sea shells away from the sands of the shore."

"And yet you would want me to be a man and succeed in life. Think how
you yourself worked for success."

"I know. And it was you who brought it to me, Giusippe. The portrait I
painted of you was exhibited in America and when I later sold it to an
art dealer there it brought me a little fortune; but the fame it
brought was best of all." The girl put her hand softly on the lad's
shoulder.

"Oh, senorita, how glad I am!"

"I had a feeling that you would bring me luck the morning when I first
saw you in the square near St. Mark's. Do you remember? And how you
stood watching me paint? Do you recall how we got to talking and how I
asked if I might do the portrait of you? You laughed when I suggested
it! And then you came to the hotel evenings when you were free, and I
sketched in the picture. It seems but yesterday. In the meantime you
entertained me by telling me of Venice and its history. What a little
fellow you were to know so much!" The girl smiled down at him. "And now
let me hear of yourself. What of your parents?"

"Alas, senorita, they have died. I am now quite alone in the world. It
is for that that I felt I must leave Venice. It is sad to be alone,
senorita."

"So it is, Giusippe. No one knows that better than I." Impulsively she
slipped a hand into the small Venetian's. "But I must not take you from
your friends. See, we have kept them waiting a long time."

"I want you to meet them, senorita. They are from your country, and
they have been kind to me."

"Then surely I must meet them."

With a shy gesture the boy led her forward.

"Miss Cartright is from New York, Mr. Cabot," said Giusippe simply.
"Long ago when I was a little lad I knew her in Venice, and she was
good to me and to my parents."

[Illustration: "I KNEW HER IN VENICE"]

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