The plump, well-nourished baby, as usual when she saw her mother, turned her little hands – so fat that they looked as if the wrists had threads tied tightly round them – palms downward and, smiling with her toothless mouth, began waving them as a fish moves its fins, making the starched folds of her embroidered frock rustle.
La bambina paffuta, ben nutrita, come sempre, vista la madre, girò le manine nude protese, piccole, con le palme all’ingiù e, sorridendo con la piccola bocca sdentata, cominciò ad annaspare con le manine, come un pesce con le pinne, frusciando sulle pieghe inamidate della sottanina ricamata.