When my father and mother were bitchadey pawdel, which, to tell you the truth, they were, for chiving wafodo dloovu, they left me all they had, which was not a little, and I became the head of our family, which was not a small one.
I was not older than you when that happened; yet our people said they had never a better krallis to contrive and plan for them, and to keep them in order.

And this is so well known, that many Rommany Chals, not of our family, come and join themselves to us, living with us for a time, in order to better themselves, more especially those of the poorer sort, who have little of their own.

Tawno is one of these." "Is that fine fellow poor ?" "One of the poorest, brother.

Handsome as he is, he has not a horse of his own to ride on.

Perhaps we may put it down to his wife, who cannot move about, being a cripple, as you saw." "And you are what is called a Gypsy King ?" "Ay, ay; a Rommany Kral." "Are there other kings ?" "Those who call themselves so; but the true Pharaoh is Petulengro." "Did Pharaoh make horse-shoes ?" "The first who ever did, brother." "Pharaoh lived in Egypt." "So did we once, brother." "And you left it ?" "My fathers did, brother." "And why did they come here ?" "They had their reasons, brother." "And you are not English ?" "We are not gorgios." "And you have a language of your own ?" "Avali." "This is wonderful." "Ha, ha!" cried the woman, who had hitherto sat knitting, at the farther end of the tent, without saying a word, though not inattentive to our conversation, as I could perceive, by certain glances, which she occasionally cast upon us both.