"Why, the old devil is black," she cried.

"And why should I have him in my house to work evil?
This is my white ghost." Her words were accompanied by a gentle stroking of the cat.

"And good is what she brings to my roof-tree.

But I don't eat from white dishes, or drink from white mugs.
No! No! That would be too witchly." Miss Greeby mused.

"I have heard something about these gypsy superstitions before," she remarked meditatively.
"Avo! Avo! They are in a book written by a great Romany Rye.