CHAPTER III.
AN UNEXPECTED RECOGNITION.
"I wish you wouldn't speak the calo jib to me, Chaldea," said Lambert, smiling on the beautiful eager face.

"You know I don't understand it." "Nor I," put in Miss Greeby in her manly tones.

"What does Oh baro devil, and all the rest of it mean ?" "The Great God be with you," translated Chaldea swiftly, "and duvel is not devil as you Gorgios call it." "Only the difference of a letter," replied the Gentile lady good-humoredly.

"Show us round your camp, my good girl." The mere fact that the speaker was in Lambert's company, let alone the offensively patronizing tone in which she spoke, was enough to rouse the gypsy girl's naturally hot temper.

She retreated and swayed like a cat making ready to spring, while her black eyes snapped fire in a most unpleasant manner.
But Miss Greeby was not to be frightened by withering glances, and merely laughed aloud, showing her white teeth.