"Well you see, being a gypsy, I can't always endure that under-the-roof life you Gentiles live.

I must have a spell of the open road occasionally.

And, moreover, as my doctor tells me that I have phthisis, and that I should live as much as possible in the open air, I kill two birds with one stone, as the saying is.

My health benefits by my taking up the old Romany wandering, and I gratify my nostalgia for the tent and the wild.
You understand, you und--" His speech was interrupted by a fresh fit of coughing.
"It doesn't seem to do you much good this gypsying," said Miss Greeby with a swift look, for his life was of importance to her plans.

"You look pretty rocky I can tell you, Pine.