In her ears were rings, with long drops of gold.

Round her neck was a string of what seemed very much like very large pearls, somewhat tarnished, however, and apparently of considerable antiquity.

"Here we are, brother," said Mr.Petulengro; "here we are, come to see you--wizard and witch, witch and wizard:-- "'There's a chovahanee, and a chovahano, The nav se len is Petulengro.'" "Hold your tongue, sir," said Mrs.Petulengro; "you make me ashamed of you with your vulgar ditties.

We are come a visiting now, and everything low should be left behind." "True," said Mr.Petulengro; "why bring what's low to the dingle, which is low enough already ?" "What, are you a catcher at words ?" said I.

"I thought that catching at words had been confined to the pothouse farmers and village witty bodies." "All fools," said Mrs.Petulengro, "catch at words, and very naturally, as by so doing they hope to prevent the possibility of rational conversation.