Whatever they were, she did not very soon forget them.
It was very dark now, and very cold; the crisp frost glistened on the grass, and an ugly-looking red moon peered over the mountain.

It seemed to Gypsy like a great, glaring eye, that was singling her out and following her, and asking, "Where are Joy and Winnie ?" over and over.
"Gypsy Breynton, Gypsy Breynton, where are Joy and Winnie ?" She turned around with her back to it, so as not to see it.
Once they passed an old woman on the road hobbling along with a stick.
Mr.Breynton reined up and asked if she had seen anything of two children.
"Haow ?" said the old woman.
"Have you seen anything of two children along here ?" "Chilblains?
No, I don't have none this time o' year, an' I don't know what business it is o' yourn, nuther." "Children!" shouted Mr.Breynton; "two _children_, a boy and a girl." "Speak a little louder, can't you?
I'm deaf," said the old woman.
"Have you--seen anything--of--two--children--a little boy, and a girl in black ?" "Chickens?
black chickens ?" said the old woman, with an angry shake of the head; "no, I hain't got no chickens for yer.

My pullet's white, and I set a heap on't an' wouldn't sell it to nobody as come askin' oncivil questions of a lone, lorn widdy.

Besides, the cat eat it up las' week, feathers 'n' all." Mr.Breynton concluded there was not much information to be had in that quarter, and drove on.
A little way farther they came across a small boy turning somersets in the ditch.

Mr.Breynton stopped again and repeated his questions.
"How many of 'em ?" asked the boy, with a thoughtful look.
"Two, a boy and a girl." "Two ?" "Yes." "A boy and a girl ?" "Yes." "You said one was a boy and t'other was a girl ?" repeated the small boy, looking very bright.
"Yes.