Mrs. Menotti urged him to stay, but she did not notice his unhappy face.
Presently the gardener's boy from Mrs. Menotti's came along.
The Menotti lived in a small stuffy flat on the third floor of 25, Piazza Tolomei.
It you are in earnest about it, Mrs. Menotti, I will look about a little.
Mrs. Menotti sat in her accustomed place at the head of the bed.
Mrs. Menotti tried to detain him; she could not understand what was amiss.
Mrs. Menotti understood his nature so well that she knew what he would like, and she had arranged every detail herself.
As he was passing on towards Silvio's room, Mrs. Menotti called him.
Rico threw his violin on the bed, and ran out; and mother Menotti came in, half frightened.
We received information that the fortress occupied by Menotti was to be attacked.