"The amounts are correct，signore，"she said."I thankyou for making my task so easy.And now I will go."The lawyer brought a newspaper and wrapped the money in it once again.
"It is always dangerous to carry so much money，"saidhe；"but now no one will be likely to suspect the contents of your package."Tato smiled.
"No one would care to molest me，"she said；"for they fear those that protect me.Good afternoon，signore.Your friends will be with you in time to dine in your company.Good afternoon，signorini，"turning to Patsy and Louise.
"I'll walk a little way with you；may I ？"asked Patsy，smiling into Tato's splendid eyes.
"To be sure，signorina，"was the quick response.
Patricia caught up a sunshade and followed the child out at the side entrance，which was little used.Tato took the way along the old road，and Patsy walked beside her，chatting brightly of the catacombs，the Norman villa that showed its checkereda tower above the trees and the ancient wall that still hemmed in the little village.
"I love Taormina，"she said，earnestly，"and shall be sorry to leave it.You must be very happy，Tato，to be able to live here always.""It is my birthplace，"she said；"but I long to get awayfrom it and see other countries.The view is ?ne，they say；but it tires me.The air is sweet and pure；but it oppresses me.The climate is glorious；but I have had enough of it.In other places there is novelty，and many things that Sicily knows nothing of.""That is true，"replied Patsy，tucking the little one's arm underneath her own，with a sympathetic gesture."I know just how you feel，Tato.You must come to America some day，and visit me.I will make you very welcome，dear，and you shall be my friend."The child looked into her face earnestly.
"You do not hate me，signorina，because—because—""Because why？""Because my errand to you has been so lawless and—and—unfriendly？""Ah，Tato，you do not choose this life，do you？""No，signorina.""It is forced on you by circumstances，is it not？""Truly，signorina.""I know.You would not long so wistfullya to change your condition if you enjoyed being a little brigand.But nothing that has passed must interfere with our friendship，dear.If I werein your place，you see，I would do just as you have done.It isnot a very honest life，Tato，nor one to be proud of；but I'm not going to blame you one bit."They had passed the Catania Gate and reached the foot ofone of the mountain paths.Tato paused，hesitatingly.
"Oh，I'll go a little farther，"said Patsy，promptly."No one will notice two girls，you know.Shall I carry your parcel for a time？""No，"replied the child，hugging it close with her disengageda arm.But she offered no objection when Patsy continued to walk by her side.
"Have you any brothers or sisters，Tato？"
"No，signorina.""Have you a mother？"
"No，signorina.My father and I are alone."
"I know him well，Tato.We were on the ship together，crossing the ocean.He was gruff and disagreeable，but I made him talk to me and smile.""I know；he has told me of the Signorina Patsy.He is fondof you.""Yet he robbed my uncle."The child ?ushed，and drew away her arm.
"That is it.That is why you should hate me，"she replied，bitterly."I know it is robbery，and brigandage，although my father masks it by saying he sells antiques.Until now I have seen nothing wrong in this life，signorina；but you have made me ashamed.""Why，dear ？""Because you are so good and gentle，and so forgiving."Patsy laughed.
"In reality，Tato，I am resentful and unforgiving.You will find out，soon，that I am a very human girl，and then I will not make you ashamed.But your father's business is shameful，nevertheless."Tato was plainly puzzled，and knew not what to reply.But just then they reached the end of the crevasse，and the child said：
"You must return now，Signorina Patsy."
"But why cannot I go on with you，and come back with my uncle？"Tato hesitated.Accustomed as she was to duplicitya and acting，in her capacity as lure for her thieving father，the child was just now softened by Patsy's kindly manner and the successful accomplishment of her mission.She had no thought of any treacheryb or deception on the part of the American girl，and the request seemed to her natural enough.
"If you like，"she decided，"you may come as far as thebarrier，and there wait for your uncle.It will not be long.""Very well，dear."Tato clambered over the dividing rock and dropped into the path beyond.Patsy sprang lightly after her.A short distance farther and they reached the barrier.
"This is the place，signorina.You will sit upon thatstone，and wait until your uncle appears."She hesitated，andthen added，softly："I may not see you again.But you will not forget me？""Never，Tato.And if you come to America you must not forget to visit me.Remember，whatever happens，that we are friends，and must always remain so."The child nodded，gratefully.Then，leaning against the face of the cliff，she raised her voice and warbleda clearly the bit of song that served as the signal to her father.
