He had been equally reticent about his strange adventure with the gipsies, though he scarce knew why he should not speak of that.
But, as a matter of fact, every day brought with it such a crowd of new impressions that the earlier ones had already partially faded from his mind.
But the words of the priest had awakened a new train of thought.
Cuthbert resolved not to delay longer the reclamation of his own property.

He spoke to Cherry that same evening about his lost purse, giving her a brief account of his ride across Hammerton Heath, and she was eager for him to ask his own, lest he should lose it altogether.
"For gay gallants are not always to be trusted, for all that they look so fine and speak so fair," she said, nodding her pretty curly head, an arch smile in her big gray eyes.

"I have heard my father say so a hundred times.

I would go quickly and claim mine own again.

But tell me the rest of the adventure.