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The mongoose was on his legs day and night
always on the look-out for something or
somebody. The tortoises seemed very happy in their
own quiet way.
Had Billy been good?
Yes, Elisa hurried to answer, Billy had been
very good, un vero angelo.
I thought he did not look like one as I watched
him grinning at me from the top of his private
fig-tree. Contrary to his habit he did not come
down to greet me. I felt sure he had been up
to some mischief, I did not like the look of
his face. Was it really true that Billy had been
good?
Gradually the truth came out. The very day I
had sailed Billy had thrown a carrot at the head
of a forestiere who was passing under the garden
wall and smashed his eye-glass. The forestiere
was very angry and was going to lodge a complaint
at Capri. Elisa protested vigorously, it was all
the fault of the forestiere who had no business to
stand and laugh at Billy like that, everybody
knew he got angry when people laughed at him.
The next day there had been a terrible fight
between Billy and the fox-terrier, all the dogs
had thrown themselves into the fray, Billy had
fought like Il Demonio and even wanted to bite
Baldassare when he tried to separate the
belligerents. The battle had suddenly ceased with
the arrival of the mongoose, Billy had leaped to
his tree and all the dogs had slunk away as they
always did when the little mongoose turned up.
Billy and the dogs had been at daggers drawn ever
since, he had even refused to continue to catch
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