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THE GOD-SISTER
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When Gaetano first came to Diamante, there was
a little girl who was always coming in and out of
Donna Elisa’s shop. She had a red cloak and
pointed cap and eight heavy, black curls that stood
out under the cap. Her name was Giannita, and
she was daughter of Donna Olivia, who sold
vegetables. But Donna Elisa was her god-mother, and
therefore thought what she could do for her.
Well, when midsummer day came, Donna Elisa
ordered a carriage and drove down to Catania, which
lies full twenty miles from Diamante. She had
Giannita with her, and they were both dressed in
their best. Donna Elisa was dressed in black silk
with jet, and Giannita had a white tulle dress with
garlands of flowers. In her hand Giannita held a
basket of flowers, and among the flowers lay a
pomegranate.
The journey went well for Donna Elisa and
Giannita. When at last they reached the white
Catania, that lies and shines on the black lava
background, they drove up to the finest palace in the town.
It was lofty and wide, so that the poor little
Giannita felt quite terrified at the thought of going
into it. But Donna Elisa walked bravely in, and
she was taken to Cavaliere Palmeri and his wife
who owned the house.
Donna Elisa reminded Signora Palmeri that they
were friends from infancy, and asked that Giannita
might be her young daughter’s god-sister.
That was agreed upon, and the young signorina
was called in. She was a little marvel of
rose-colored silk, Venetian lace, big, black eyes, and
thick, bushy hair. Her little body was so small and
thin that one hardly noticed it.
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