Adam, One Afternoon
d Libereso.
Sed at it rembling finger. quot;Kill it.quot;
out o protect it. quot;I dont to. Its SO nice.quot;
quot;A nice toad ?quot;
quot;All toads are nice. t t;
quot;O; said Maria-nunziata, but s come any nearer.
Srying to che corner of her eyes.
quot;Look ty it is,quot; said Libereso and put a .
Maria-nunziata approac;No ! No ! Dont touc !quot;
itroking toads grey-green back, ws.
quot;Are you mad ? Dont you knoouc;
th a layer of yellow callouses.
quot;O me,quot; ;And its so pretty.quot;
Nooad by file scruff of t and put it in ta, still che edge of her apron, came nearer and crouched down beside him.
quot;Mammamia!quot; she exclaimed.
tas rosy knees coad, and caug every no tried to slip Out.
quot;You stroke it, Maria-nunziata,quot; he said.
the girl hid her hands in her apron.
quot;No,quot; she said firmly.
quot; ?quot; ;You dont it ?quot;
Maria-nunziata looad, and lohem again quickly.
quot;No,quot; she said.
quot;But its yours. Im giving it to you,quot; said Libereso.
Maria-nunziatas eyes clouded over. It o refuse a present, no one ever gave s, but toad really did revolt her.
quot;You can take it ll keep you company.quot;
quot;No,quot; she said.
Libereso put toad back on t quickly ted under the leaves.
quot;Good-bye, Libereso.quot;
quot;ait a minute.quot;
quot;But I mu