. Those midsummer fairies . ave you putinto prison. None o your antics, cried the older gipsy strode forward, and Bernard, overcome by num-bers, was forced to submit. Having effected this change of attire, the gipsywomen made the childrens pretty clothes into abundle and prepared to depart. You may go to sleep now, said Jess, turning toJeanie. An youd best do so, an keep quiet. If3*011 makes a sound, Ill let the circus lion in on you—hes residin convenient like next door, an hell eatyou up, bones an all. Arent we to go home ? asked the little Baronet. Maynt we go now youve got our cl
. Those midsummer fairies . ave you putinto prison. None o your antics, cried the older gipsy strode forward, and Bernard, overcome by num-bers, was forced to submit. Having effected this change of attire, the gipsywomen made the childrens pretty clothes into abundle and prepared to depart. You may go to sleep now, said Jess, turning toJeanie. An youd best do so, an keep quiet. If3*011 makes a sound, Ill let the circus lion in on you—hes residin convenient like next door, an hell eatyou up, bones an all. Arent we to go home ? asked the little Baronet. Maynt we go now youve got our clothes ? 172 THOSE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES. No, youre goin to stop here an be my boy, soyoud best make up your mind to it. I shant stop here, said the little fellow boldly. I wont. My mother wants me, an I shall go toher. Not a bit of it, returned the gipsy. Shant!Wont! Shall I Very fine talkiu indeed, but onlytalkin 1 She followed the older woman out of the caravan,and locked the door behind them. The children wereprisoners. mj. EFFIE AND CHUM. CHAPTER XI. JAKE, A GIPSY BOY. A ragged, untaught gipsy child,Rough-voiced, and ignorant, and wild,No home he knows, no loving care,Hard burdens his young shoulders bear.*****For such, show pity, child of wealth,Nor pass him by engrossed in self,Your little brother is this boy,Oh, share with him your gifts with joy. —Nursery Ballads. LITTLE Sir Bernard ran to the door and shook thehandle, so that it rattled noisily in his hand. Let us out, let us out! he shouted. Let usout, you naught}^ peoples I (173) 174 THOSE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES. He kicked vigorously at the panels with little barefeet, that Jess had robbed of shoes and stockings. But these were futile efforts, and soon he sank backwearied and breathless. Jeanie was sitting upon the floor crying. We shall never get out, never, she sobbed. Anpresently this horrid cart will go on, far away frompapa, an home, an—an everything, an we shall haveto be gipsy children, and wear dirty, ragged clo
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