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towards the light； and at the same moment the Metal Pig started
again so rapidly that he was obliged to cling tightly to him。 The wind
whistled in his ears； he heard the church door creak on its hinges
as it closed； and it seemed to him as if he had lost his senses…
then a cold shudder passed over him； and he awoke。
It was morning； the Metal Pig stood in its old place on the
Porta Rosa； and the boy found he had slipped nearly off its back。 Fear
and trembling came upon him as he thought of his mother； she had
sent him out the day before to get some money； he had not done so； and
now he was hungry and thirsty。 Once more he clasped the neck of his
metal horse； kissed its nose； and nodded farewell to it。 Then he
wandered away into one of the narrowest streets； where there was
scarcely room for a loaded donkey to pass。 A great iron…bound door
stood ajar； he passed through； and climbed up a brick staircase；
with dirty walls and a rope for a balustrade； till he came to an
open gallery hung with rags。 From here a flight of steps led down to a
court； where from a well water was drawn up by iron rollers to the
different stories of the house； and where the water…buckets hung
side by side。 Sometimes the roller and the bucket danced in the air；
splashing the water all over the court。 Another broken…down
staircase led from the gallery； and two Russian sailors running down
it almost upset the poor boy。 They were coming from their nightly
carousal。 A woman not very young； with an unpleasant face and a
quantity of black hair； followed them。 〃What have you brought home？〃
she asked。 when she saw the boy。
〃Don't be angry；〃 he pleaded； 〃I received nothing； I have
nothing at all；〃 and he seized his mother's dress and would have
kissed it。 Then they went into a little room。 I need not describe
it； but only say that there stood in it an earthen pot with handles；
made for holding fire； which in Italy is called a marito。 This pot she
took in her lap； warmed her fingers； and pushed the boy with her
elbow。
〃Certainly you must have some money；〃 she said。 The boy began to
cry； and then she struck him with her foot till he cried out louder。
〃Will you be quiet？ or I'll break your screaming head；〃 and she
swung about the fire…pot which she held in her hand； while the boy
crouched to the earth and screamed。
Then a neighbor came in； and she had also a marito under her
arm。 〃Felicita；〃 she said； 〃what are you doing to the child？〃
〃The child is mine；〃 she answered； 〃I can murder him if I like；
and you too； Giannina。〃 And then she swung about the fire…pot。 The
other woman lifted up hers to defend herself； and the two pots clashed
together so violently that they were dashed to pieces； and fire and
ashes flew about the room。 The boy rushed out at the sight； sped
across the courtyard； and fled from the house。 The poor child ran till
he was quite out of breath； at last he stopped at the church； the
doors of which were opened to him the night before； and went in。
Here everything was bright； and the boy knelt down by the first tomb
on his right； the grave of Michael Angelo； and sobbed as if his
heart would break。 People came and went； mass was performed； but no
one noticed the boy； excepting an elderly citizen； who stood still and
looked at him for a moment； and then went away like the rest。 Hunger
and thirst overpowered the child； and he became quite faint and ill。
At last he crept into a corner behind the marble monuments； and went
to sleep。 Towards evening he was awakened by a pull at his sleeve；
he started up； and the same old citizen stood before him。
〃Are you ill？ where do you live？ have you been here all day？〃 were
some of the questions asked by the old man。 After hearing his answers；
the old man took him home to a small house close by； in a back street。
They entered a glovemaker's shop； where a woman sat sewing busily。 A
little white poodle； so closely shaven that his pink skin could
plainly be seen； frisked about the room； and gambolled upon the boy。
〃Innocent souls are soon intimate；〃 said the woman； as she
caressed both the boy and the dog。 These good people gave the child
food and drink； and said he should stay with them all night； and
that the next day the old man； who was called Giuseppe； would go and
speak to his mother。 A little homely bed was prepared for him； but
to him who had so often slept on the hard stones it was a royal couch；
and he slept sweetly and dreamed of the splendid pictures and of the
Metal Pig。 Giuseppe went out the next morning； and the poor child
was not glad to see him go； for he knew that the old man was gone to
his mother； and that； perhaps； he would have to go back。 He wept at
the thought； and then he played with the little； lively dog； and
kissed it； while the old woman looked kindly at him to encourage
him。 And what news did Giuseppe bring back？ At first the boy could not
hear； for he talked a great deal to his wife； and she nodded and
stroked the boy's cheek。
Then she said； 〃He is a good lad； he shall stay with us； he may
become a clever glovemaker； like you。 Look what delicate fingers he
has got； Madonna intended him for a glovemaker。〃 So the boy stayed
with them； and the woman herself taught him to sew； and he ate well；
and slept well； and became very merry。 But at last he began to tease
Bellissima； as the little dog was called。 This made the woman angry；
and she scolded him and threatened him； which made him very unhappy；
and he went and sat in his own room full of sad thoughts。 This chamber
looked upon the street； in which hung skins to dry； and there were
thick iron bars across his window。 That night he lay awake； thinking
of the Metal Pig； indeed； it was always in his thoughts。 Suddenly he
fancied he heard feet outside going pit…a…pat。 He sprung out of bed
and went to the window。 Could it be the Metal Pig？ But there was
nothing to be seen； whatever he had heard had passed already。 Next
morning； their neighbor； the artist； passed by； carrying a paint…box
and a large roll of canvas。
〃Help the gentleman to carry his box of colors；〃 said the woman to
the boy； and he obeyed instantly； took the box； and followed the
painter。 They walked on till they reached the picture gallery； and
mounted the same staircase up which he had ridden that night on the
Metal Pig。 He remembered all the statues and pictures； the beautiful
marble Venus； and again he looked at the Madonna with the Saviour
and St。 John。 They stopped before the picture by Bronzino； in which
Christ is represented as standing in the lower world； with the
children smiling before Him； in the sweet expectation of entering
heaven； and the poor boy smiled； too； for here was his heaven。
〃You may go home now；〃 said the painter； while the boy stood
watching him； till he had set up his easel。
〃May I see you paint？〃 asked the boy； 〃may I see you put the
picture on this white canvas？〃
〃I am not going to paint yet；〃 replied the artist； then he brought
out a piece of chalk。 His hand moved quickly； and his eye measured the
great picture； and though nothing appeared but a faint line； the
figure of the Saviour was as clearly visible as in the colored
picture。
〃Why don't you go？〃 said the painter。 Then the boy wandered home
silently； and seated himself on the table； and learned to sew
gloves。 But all day long his thoughts were in the picture gallery； and
so he pricked his fingers and was awkward。 But he did not tease
Bellissima。 When evening came； and the house door stood open； he
slipped out。 It was a bright； beautiful； starlight evening； but rather
cold。 Away he went through the already…deserted streets； and soon came
to the Metal Pig； he stooped down and kissed its shining nose； and
then seated himself on its back。
〃You happy creature；〃 he said； 〃how I have longed for you！ we must
take a ride to…night。〃
But the Metal Pig lay motionless； while the fresh stream gushed
forth from its mouth。 The little boy still sat astride on its back；
when he felt something pulling at his clothes。 He loo