"I hope I sees you well," and she dropped a curtsey, just like any village dame who knew her manners.
"Oh!" cried Miss Greeby again.

"You don't look a bit like a gypsy queen." "Ah, my lady, looks ain't everything.

But I'm a true-bred Romany--a Stanley of Devonshire.

Gentilla is my name and the tent my home, and I can tell fortunes as no one else on the road can." "Avali, and that is true," put in Chaldea eagerly.

"Gentilla's a bori chovihani." "The child means that I am a great witch, my lady," said the old dame with another curtsey.