The tall girl snatched the bonnet and put it on her own head hind-foremost with a grin; but Maggie was determined not to show any weakness on this subject, as if she were susceptible about her bonnet.
"I don't want to wear a bonnet," she said; "I'd rather wear a red handkerchief, like yours" (looking at her friend by her side).

"My hair was quite long till yesterday, when I cut it off; but I dare say it will grow again very soon," she added apologetically, thinking it probable the gypsies had a strong prejudice in favor of long hair.

And Maggie had forgotten even her hunger at that moment in the desire to conciliate gypsy opinion.
"Oh, what a nice little lady!--and rich, I'm sure," said the old woman.

"Didn't you live in a beautiful house at home ?" "Yes, my home is pretty, and I'm very fond of the river, where we go fishing, but I'm often very unhappy.

I should have liked to bring my books with me, but I came away in a hurry, you know.