"You are no gypsy." "No, indeed!" the girl replied, laughing, and, rubbing a place on the back of her left hand, she showed us that her skin was white under the walnut stain.

"I'm from Albany.

I live with my mother there, and I'm sending my brother to the Troy Polytechnic School." "Well, did you ever!" Willis said again as, now completely disillusioned, we left the tent..