sed, a week of lazy luxury between cool linen sheets for
Lucia, and she enjoyed her rest to its fullest extent. Every one in
the convent, which was now a hospital, and running smoothly with
capable American nurses, made a great fuss over her, and she had so
much care that sometimes she was just the least bit bored. When the
week was over, and she was feeling herself again, she grew restless and
clamored to get up. Even the sheets, and the delicious things she had
to eat, could not keep her contented. At last the Doctor said she
might go out for a few hours into the sunshine, and the whole hospital
hummed with the news.

Maria, in a white apron and cap, helped her dress, and went with her
down the stone steps and out into the convent garden.

The first thing that met her eye was Garibaldi, clean and lazy, lying
contentedly in the sun. She came over and seemed delighted to see her
mistress once more.

"But you are so clean, my pet!" Lucia exclaimed. "And your coat looks
as if it had been brushed," she added, wonderingly.

Maria laughed.

"It was. The big American, Senor Lathrop, makes so much fuss over her,
you would think she was a fine horse."

"What about Senor Lathrop?" a laughing voice demanded. "Oh, drat this
language, I keep forgetting." He stopped and then said very slowly in
Italian: "Good morning, how are you this morning?"

"Oh, I am very well, and you," Lucia replied, "you have been very good
to take such care of Garibaldi."

"Garibaldi? I don't understand," Lathrop replied.

Lucia pointed to the goat and said slowly. "That is her name."

"Name! The goat's name Garibaldi!" Lathrop exclaimed, and added in
English, "Well I'll be darned!"

"Not just Garibaldi," Lucia corrected him. "Her name is 'The
Illustrious and Gentile Senora Guiseppe Garibaldi,' but we call her
Garibaldi for short."

Lathrop understood enough of her reply to catch the name. He threw
back his head and laughed uproariously.

"All that for a goat! No wonder she was a good sport with a name like
that to live up to!"

He stood for a long time looking at the poor, shaggy animal before him,
then he laughed again and went into the convent.

"He is a funny man," Lucia said wonderingly. "Why should he laugh
because of Garibaldi's name?"

"Oh, he meant no disrespect," Maria reasoned. "Americans all laugh at
everything. The nurses are the same, they are always laughing. If
anything goes wrong and I want to stamp m