CHAPTER

     I Cellino
    II Maria
   III before daybreak
    IV lost
     V in the tool shed
    VI Garibaldi performs
   VII the beggar
  VIII the surprise attack
    IX the bridge
     X Garibaldi, stretcher-bearer
    XI the American
   XII A Reunion
  XIII an interrupted dream
   XIV the fairy godfather
    XV exciting news
   XVI the King
  XVII good-by to Cellino
 XVIII in the garden
   XIX back to fight
    XX an interrupted sail
   XXI the end of the story

ILLUSTRATIONS

“’My pet, see how you frightened the brave
Austrian soldier’” . . . . . . Frontispiece

“The Soldiers came and chattered and laughed”

“Together they drove the goats before them”

“Lucia and Garibaldi toiled up the hill, each one
  using every bit of their strength”

LUCIA RUDINI

CHAPTER I

CELLINO

Lucia Rudini folded her arms across her gaily-colored bodice, tilted her dark head to one side and laughed.

“I see you, little lazy bones,” she said.  “Wake up!”

A small body curled into a ball in the grass at her feet moved slightly, and a sleepy voice whimpered, “Oh, Lucia, go away.  I was having such a nice dream about our soldiers up there, and I was just killing a whole regiment of Austrians, and now you come and spoil it.”

A curly black head appeared above the tops of the flowers, and two reproachful brown eyes stared up at her.

Lucia laughed again.  “Poor Beppino, some one is always disturbing your fine dreams, aren’t they?  But come now, I have something far better than dreams for you,” she coaxed.

“What?” Beppi was on his feet in an instant, and the sleepy look completely disappeared.

“Ha, ha, now you are curious,” Lucia teased, “aren’t you?  Well, you shan’t see what I have, until you promise to do what I ask.”

Beppi’s round eyes narrowed, and a cunning expression appeared in their velvety depth.

“I suppose I am not to tell Nana that you left the house before sunrise this morning,” he said.

Lucia looked at him for a brief moment in startled surprise, then she replied quickly, “No, that is not it at all.  What harm would it do if you told Nana?  I am often up before sunrise.”

“Yes, but you don’t go to the mountains,” Beppi interrupted.  “Oh, I saw you walking smack into the guns.  What were you doing?” He dropped his threatening tone, so incongruous with his tiny body, and coaxed softly, “please tell me, sister mine.”

“Silly head!” Lucia was breathing freely again, “there is nothing to tell.  I heard the guns all night, and they made me restless, so I went for a walk.  Go and tell Nana if you like, I don’t care.”