He took up the Punchinellos, merely saying: "I guess we'll be moving."
Guiseppe, Marta and Pappina, with the Punchinellos, were off.
He mopped his brow, handed the Punchinellos to Marta, and was off.
"No money," he growled as he rattled the Punchinellos into a corner.
We have the Punchinellos, and we have the child, who sings and dances.
When he reached the theater, he stopped and put down the Punchinellos.
Not far from this thoroughfare of the people two “Punchinellos” are erected.
Another boy told of the fir tree waiting for him, on the branches of which hung oranges, sugar-plums, and punchinellos.
Filippo stopped to laugh at so absurd an idea, for Punchinellos are as common in Italy as hand–organs in America.
So, half running, they reached Guiseppe's side just as he set up the Punchinellos.