The tinkler-gypsies . f wet straw. What terriblesuffering must have been endured by that blindTinkler woman, for the eyes have actually beeneaten out of her head by inflammation. Thatsame old blind Tinkler woman, it will be remem-bered, had the honour of being spoken to bythe King and Queen when they were Princeand Princess of Wales, and on another occasionreceived a present of a sovereign from theDuchess of Fife. When asked if she had keptthat sovereign, she replied : Deed I wad hae liked to, but I had to letit gang for bed-claes and claes for the weans. It was the duty of a little Tinkler ch
The tinkler-gypsies . f wet straw. What terriblesuffering must have been endured by that blindTinkler woman, for the eyes have actually beeneaten out of her head by inflammation. Thatsame old blind Tinkler woman, it will be remem-bered, had the honour of being spoken to bythe King and Queen when they were Princeand Princess of Wales, and on another occasionreceived a present of a sovereign from theDuchess of Fife. When asked if she had keptthat sovereign, she replied : Deed I wad hae liked to, but I had to letit gang for bed-claes and claes for the weans. It was the duty of a little Tinkler child tolead about that old blind Tinkler woman fromdoor to door, ostensibly to sell some , but really to play upon the good folkssympathy for the poor old blind Tinkler put it to a Tinkler if that wasnt the case, andhe frankly admitted : Aul grannie is the best spoke in oor wheel. One winter day I met a scantily-clad, bare-footed Tinkler boy, and asked him : Do you never catch cold ? He at ones 23. Tales about Tinklei-s Baii-ns. ;55 glibly jerked out- much as if it had been oneword he had been saying : I-neer-had-a-toit-in-a-the-days-o-my-life. Early one summer morning I visited a Tinklercamp. The only signs of life were a mule, acuddy, and a horse grazing near the camp,and a little naked boy who came toddling tomeet me. I gave him a penny and he ranaway back to the camp holding aloft the pennyand shouting ^ Deek (look), and soon all thecamp was astir. After taking some snap-shotsof the Tinklers, I noticed the little fellow, whoheralded my arrival, still naked and at a con-siderable distance from the camp, waving vigor-ously to some other little Tinklers. I asked aTinkler what the child was crying out : Oh, said he, hes trying to get the itherbairns awa owre to the road (about 200 yardsaway) to play at pitch-an-toss ! A child had died at a Tinklers day a little Tinkler boy—a brother of thechild who had died—called at a farm, house nearwh
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