The slanting sunlight fell kindly upon them, and the scene was really very pretty and comfortable, Maggie thought, only she hoped they would soon set out the tea-cups.

Everything would be quite charming when she had taught the gypsies to use a washing-basin, and to feel an interest in books.

It was a little confusing, though, that the young woman began to speak to the old one in a language which Maggie did not understand, while the tall girl, who was feeding the donkey, sat up and stared at her without offering any salutation.

At last the old woman said,-- "What! my pretty lady, are you come to stay with us?
Sit ye down and tell us where you come from." It was just like a story; Maggie liked to be called pretty lady and treated in this way.

She sat down and said,-- "I'm come from home because I'm unhappy, and I mean to be a gypsy.
I'll live with you if you like, and I can teach you a great many things." "Such a clever little lady," said the woman with the baby sitting down by Maggie, and allowing baby to crawl; "and such a pretty bonnet and frock," she added, taking off Maggie's bonnet and looking at it while she made an observation to the old woman, in the unknown language.