Tessa, Our Little Italian Cousin - Mary Hazelton Blanchard Wade - Bog

"There comes babbo! There comes babbo!" cried Tessa, as she ran down the narrow street to meet her father, with baby Francesca toddling after her. The man was not alone, -Beppo and the donkey were with him. They were very tired, for it was a hard trip from the little village on the hilltop to the great city, miles away, and back again