The tinkler-gypsies . o an beshed apr6 a shock.{ One little Gypsy climbed a tree, and how ? He climbed up the branches and sat upon a bough.) But what took their fancy most was the story of Happy Bozzle, as told by Mr Grooaie in hisIn Gypsy Tents. It was persoiral to them, andseemed to revive old memories. Somehowthey thought they had heard it before, and little L laughed—at the Baron Munchausen- like feats performed by Happy Bozzle —tillhis little beady black eyes, in the shape of twodark drops of water, looked like rolling out of their sockets. On Mrs C s invitation, I joined them at tea in
The tinkler-gypsies . o an beshed apr6 a shock.{ One little Gypsy climbed a tree, and how ? He climbed up the branches and sat upon a bough.) But what took their fancy most was the story of Happy Bozzle, as told by Mr Grooaie in hisIn Gypsy Tents. It was persoiral to them, andseemed to revive old memories. Somehowthey thought they had heard it before, and little L laughed—at the Baron Munchausen- like feats performed by Happy Bozzle —tillhis little beady black eyes, in the shape of twodark drops of water, looked like rolling out of their sockets. On Mrs C s invitation, I joined them at tea in their ivtirdo (van). L had been sent an errand up to the village, and G was deputed to attend to customers in the dun-ikin tan (fortune-telling tent). Whilst Mrs C busied herself getting tea ready I tried to make friends with the two pretty little Gypsy girls, Mo and Mu . But they were as shy as wild deer. Mo sat at the end of the van remote from me, casting side glancesout of the ciirners uf her dark eyes, whilst. A Gypsy Tea. 249 Mu sat with her back to me, and do as I would I could not get them to speak exceptin monosyllabic answers to questions aboutRomanes. The mother had been outside thevan for water for the tea, and on re-enteringshe said : Why, Mu , what has the Rye been doing? Has he been kissing you? No such luck, I replied; but turning toMu , I said : Muk mande del tuiti a chooma ? (Let megive you a kiss ?) This set both the little git Is a-giggling, andthe ice was broken. Later on one of them didcome and sit on my knee, much as a little Scotchgirl would have done—with far less persuasion. I had occasion to rise to let Mrs C get at her best silver, when I observed through thewindow which looked into the djirrtki/i fan that G had been joined by Mo , nnd that they were engaged in dancing a mostgraceful dance. The mother laughed aloud,and they hearing her, looked up at the window,and espying me at once stopped dancing, butdo as I would I could not persuade them to
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