"We've got a new man! Did you know it?"
"Yes; Vittorio has twisted his hand, and his brother has come to take his place."
"His brother? Oh, yes; he does look like him. We were lucky to get him, were we not?"
"What a pity Vittorio should have hurt his hand!" said Pauline. "I hope it's nothing serious. He was such a nice man."
"No," said the Colonel, incautiously. "His brother says it's nothing serious."
"But he can't know much about it," Pauline urged. "Don't you think he ought to see a doctor?"
"I rather think he will, to-morrow, unless it's all right again."
"If it's a sprain he can't be too careful with it," she insisted.
"What is Italian for sprain?" asked May. "I want to tell the man to have a doctor."
"I'm sure I don't know," said Uncle
