u've won
the _terno_!'

The eyes of the man gleamed wildly; he crossed himself, grasped the
paper, and the next thing Caper saw was the crowd dividing right and
left, as the excited owner of the goat-skin breeches made his way to the
platform. When he had climbed up, and stepping forward, stood ready to
receive the _terno_, the crowd jeered and cheered the _villano_, making
fine fun of his goat-skin, and not a little jealous that a _contadino_
should take the money out of the city.

'It's always so,' said a fat man next to Caper, 'these _villani_ take
the bread out of our mouths; but _ecco_! there is another one who has
the _terno_; blessed be the Madonna, there is a third! Oh! _diavolo_,
the _villano_ will only have one third of the _terno_; and may he die of
apoplexy!'

A vender of refreshments passing along, the fat man stopped him, and
purchased a _baioccho's_ worth of--what?

Pumpkin-seeds! These are extensively eaten in Rome, as well as the seeds
of pine-cones, acorns, and round yellow chick-peas; these supply the
place occupied by ground-nuts in our more favored land.

There is this excitement about the tombolas in the Piazza Navona, that
occasionally a panic seizes the crowd, and in the rush of people to
escape from the square, some have their pockets picked, and some are
trampled down, never to rise again. Fortunately for Caper, no stampede
took place on Advent Sunday, so that he lived to attend another grand
tombola in the Villa Borghese.

This was held in the spring-time, and the promise of the ascension of a
balloon added to the attractions of the lottery. To enter the Villa, you
had to purchase a tombola-ticket, whereas, in the Piazza Navona, this
was unnecessary. At one end of the amphitheatre of the villa, under the
shade of the ilex-trees, a platform was erected, where the numbers were
called out and the awards given.

Caper, Roejean, and another French artist, not of the French Academy,
named Achille Legume, assisted at this entertainment. Legume was a very
pleasant companion, lively, good-natured, with a decided penchant for
the pretty side of humanity, and continually haunted with the idea that
a princess was to carry him off from his mistress in spectacles, Madame
Art, and convey him to the land of Cocaigne, where they never make, only
buy, paintings--of which articles, in parenthesis, Monsieur Achille had
a number for sale.

'Roejean,' said Legume, 'do you notice that distinguished lady on