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ete day in Italy, and the people make merry, as well as go to church. The peasants were passing and repassing through the little square as Santuzza entered it. She looked very sad and her eyes were swollen with crying. But no one paid any attention to her as all were going into the church for early mass. After the crowd had gone in, the sound of the organ and of the congregation's voices could be heard in the square. They sang an Easter carol--about flowers and carolling larks and orange blossoms--which did not make Santuzza any the happier; but she went to the door of old Lucia's house and called softly: "Mama Lucia--Mama Lucia--art thou there?" "Thou, Santuzza? What wilt thou, my dear?" the old woman answered, hobbling out. "Mama Lucia, where is thy son?" Santuzza demanded. "Thou hast come to see Turiddu? I do not know, my girl. I have nothing to do with quarrels, you must understand," she answered cautiously, half suspecting Santuzza's trouble, because she had already suffered many times on account of her son's faithlessness to others. "Mama Lucia, I beg of you not to turn me away. Listen to my troubles. It is thy son who has caused them, and I must see him," Santuzza sobbed. "Well, I cannot help thee--though I am truly sorry for thee," the mother answered, after a moment, observing all the signs of the sorrow that Santuzza felt. "He is not at home. He has gone to fetch the wine from Francofonte." "No, no--he hasn't. He was seen about the village only last night." "Who told thee that? I, his mother, should know if he is at home or not." "Mama Lucia, do not turn me away--I am in great sorrow, and you will be unhappy all your life if you ill-treat me now." At this they were disturbed by the cracking of whips and jingling of bells which told of the return to town of the wagoner. Alfio was returning on Easter morning in time to join the gaiety with his wife, Lola. He came in jauntily, singing: [Music: Proudly steps the sturdy steed, Gayly ring the merry bells, Crack! goes the whiplash! O' hi! Tho' the icy wind may blow, Let it rain or let it snow, What in the world care I?] Soon all the neighbours appeared to welcome him. He was a most popular fellow--unlike Turiddu, who was a favourite mainly with the girls. "Well, about all I have wished for all the week, neighbours, was to get home here to my wife, that we might spend this Easter day together. When I am
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