Giannella

Excerpt: ""And now, what are we to do about the child? Cannot you think of something, Carl?" Carl stooped down to disentangle some very small fingers which had been busy with his bootlaces, and as the baby crawled away to find fresh mischief he straightened himself and watched her with a ruefully puzzled expression. "Upon my word, Hans," he said at last, "I can think of nothing but the Pietá. It s...