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The morning of Mario's holiday ushered in the beginning of a heat wave. Rosa was up by five o'clock preparing the luncheon basket. A large panettone had arrived the previous evening, sent by a friend of Mario's; it had to be cut into four fat quarters before it would fit into the hamper. Fabio had sent round a length of salame and a very ornate pork pie, while Nerone had made no less a contribution than two large bottles of Orvieto in honor of the occasion.
"For," said Nerone -- to console himself at parting with a wine of so excellent a vintage -- "it is not very often that a holiday occurs, and when it does one should be generous. " Rosa, her fringe done up in curl papers, her nose already pink and shiny, rushed hither and thither in a flannel dressing-jacket worn over her petticoat.