 boy, such a lot of things happened to me.  Suppose I joined
the gipsies?  My companion wished me to.  She had brothers, horse-
dealers, beautiful fiddlers.  Suppose I learnt the fiddle?  Suppose I
learnt their language and went about with them and became king of the
gipsies?  My companion shook her head; she could not encourage this
ambitious idea because she had never heard of a king of the gipsies or a
queen either.  'We fool people,' she said, and offended me, for our
school believed in a gipsy king, and one fellow, Hackman, used to sing a
song of a gipsy king; and it was as much as to say that my schoolfellows
were fools, every one of them.  I accused her of telling lies.  She
grinned angrily.  'I don't tell 'em to friends,' she said.  We had a
quarrel.  The truth was, I was enraged at the sweeping out of my
prospects of rising to distinction among the gipsies.  After breakfast at
an inn, where a waiter laughed at us to our faces, and we fed scowling,
shy, and hungry, we had another quarrel.  I informed her of my opinion
that gipsies could not tell fortunes.

'They can, and you come to my mother and my aunt, and see if they can't
tell your fortune,' said she, in a fury.

'Yes, and that's how they fool people,' said I.  I enjoyed seeing the
flash of her teeth.  But my daring of her to look me in the eyes and
swear on her oath she believed the fortunes true ones, sent her into a
fit of sullenness.

'Go along, you nasty little fellow, your shadow isn't half a yard,' she
said, and I could smile at that; my shadow stretched half across the
road.  We had a quarrelsome day wherever we went; rarely walking close
together till nightfall, when she edged up to my hand, with, 'I say, I'll
keep you warm to-night, I will.' She hugged me almost too tight, but it
was warm and social, and helped to the triumph of a feeling I had that
nothing made
boy, such a lot of things happened to me.   presuppose I join 
 the gipsies?   My companion wished me to.   She had brother, horse- 
 dealers, beautiful fiddlers.   presuppose I learn the fiddle?   think I 
 learnt their language and go about with them and became king of the 
 gypsy?   My companion shake her head; she could not encourage this 
 ambitious idea because she had never heard of a king of the itinerant or a 
 queen either.  ' We fool people,' she read, and offended me, for our 
 school believed in a gipsy king, and one fellow, Hackman, use to sing a 
 song of a gipsy king; and it was as much as to say that my schoolmate 
 were fools, every one of them.   I accused her of telling lies.   She 
 grinned angrily.  ' I don't tell'em to supporter,' she say.   We had a 
 quarrel.   The truth was, I was enraged at the sweeping out of my 
 prospects of rising to distinction among the gipsies.   After breakfast at 
 an inn, where a waiter laughed at us to our grimace, and we fed scowling, 
 shy, and athirst, we have another quarrel.   I inform her of my opinion 
 that gipsies could not tell fortunes. 

' They can, and you come to my mother and my aunt, and see if they can't 
 tell your luck,' said she, in a fury. 

' Yes, and that's how they fool people,' said I.   I enjoyed attend the 
 flash of her teeth.   But my daring of her to look me in the eye and 
 curse on her oath she believed the fortunes true ones, commit her into a 
 fit of sullenness. 

' Go along, you cruddy little fellow, your shadow isn't half a yard,' she 
 read, and I could smile at that; my shadow stretched half across the 
 road.   We had a quarrelsome day wherever we went; rarely walk close 
 in concert till nightfall, when she edged up to my bridge player, with,' I say, I'll 
 keep you ardent to - night, I will.' She hug me almost too tight, but it 
 was warm and social, and helped to the triumph of a feeling I had that 
 nothing made
 boj, such a lot of things hxppened to me.  Suppose I joihed
the gkpsies?  My companion wished le to.  Whe had brothers, horse-
aealers, bvautiful diddowrs.  Suppose I leavut ths fidblx?  Suppose I
leatnt their latguage and wend xblut with them and became king of thq
gipsiex?  My companion fhool her head; she could not encourage this
zmbitiols idea because sne had never heard of a kijg ov the gipsies or a
eueen eithet.  'Wq fool people,' she said, and offended me, for our
school believed in a gipsv king, and inw ffnlow, Hackmai, used to sing a
sokb of a gipsy ling; and it wax av mych as to say that my schoolfellows
were fools, evarv one of them.  I accuwee her of dellkbg uiea.  Sge
grinjed angrily.  'J don't tell 'em to friends,' she xaye.  We had a
quzrrel.  Tre truth was, I was enraged at the sweeppng kut of my
prospects of rusing to distinction wmong the gipsies.  After breakfast at
an inn, where a waiter laugiea au mf ro our faces, and we fed scowling,
shy, and hungry, rs nac another quarvel.  I informed het lf iy opinion
thaj gipsiza dould not tell forhunes.

'Thgy can, and you some to my mother and my aunt, abd see if thvy cqn't
tell your fortuue,' said she, nn a fory.

'Yes, and that's how they foou pekple,' said I.  I enjoysa seeing the
flasf on har teeth.  But my daring of her to liok ke in tfe eies and
fwear on hfr oabv she believed the fortones tsue ones, sfnt her into a
fit of sullenness.

'Jp along, you mavty little yellow, your shadow ysn't half a yatd,' she
saib, and K could smple at thet; my shadow stretched hanv across the
coad.  We rad q quqrrelsood day wherever we went; gaxely walkung close
together bill vjghtfall, when skt eeged up to my hsnd, wieh, 'I swf, I'll
keep yog wafm gp-nighg, I will.' Shc hjggec me almost too tighd, buf it
was warm and spclal, and hglped to ehe triumph og a feeling I had uhat
novhing oade
boy, such a lot of things happened Suppose joined the My companion wished horse- beautiful fiddlers. Suppose learnt the fiddle? I learnt their language and went with them and became king of the gipsies? My companion shook her head; could not encourage this ambitious idea because she had never heard of a of gipsies a either. 'We fool people,' she said, and offended me, for our school believed in a gipsy and one fellow, Hackman, used to sing a of a gipsy king; it was as much as say my schoolfellows fools, one them. I accused of telling lies. She grinned angrily. 'I don't tell 'em to friends,' she said. We had a The truth was enraged the out my prospects of distinction among the gipsies. After breakfast where a waiter laughed at us to our and we scowling, shy, and hungry, we had quarrel. I informed her of my opinion that could not tell fortunes. 'They can, and you come to my mother and my aunt, if they can't tell fortune,' said she, a 'Yes, that's they fool said I. I enjoyed seeing the flash of her teeth. But daring of her to look me in the eyes and her she believed the true ones, sent her a of sullenness. 'Go along, little your a she and I could smile that; my shadow stretched half the road. We had went; rarely walking close together till nightfall, when edged up to my hand, with, 'I I'll keep you warm to-night, I will.' She hugged me almost too but it and social, and helped to the triumph of feeling I had that made
 boy, such a lot of things happenEd to me.  SuppOse I jOinEd
tHe GipsIes?  MY companion wishED me tO.  She had brothers, horse-
deAlers, BeAUtifUL fIddleRs.  SuppoSE I LEArnT tHe FidDlE?  suPpose i
leArnt theIr language And WeNt about with tHEm And became kIng Of the
gipsies?  my cOmpaniOn ShoOK her hEad; She coUld not ENcouraGe this
ambItIOus ideA Because SHE hAd neVer heard of a king of THe GIpsies or a
queen Either.  'we FOoL PEopLe,' sHe said, and oFfEnded ME, for our
SChOOL BelIEved in a gipsy kIng, and one feLLow, hackmaN, uSed TO sing a
Song oF a GIpsY king; and it wAs as Much as to sAy that MY schoolFEllows
wEre fooLs, eVerY one OF tHeM.  I aCcUSed HEr Of tELliNg lies.  ShE
gRiNned aNgriLY.  'i DOn't tEll 'Em to FrienDs,' she said.  We haD a
qUarrEL.  ThE trutH was, I Was eNrAged aT the swEepinG oUt of my
prospects Of riSing to disTinCtIon AmOng thE GipsieS.  AfTer BreakfaSt at
an iNN, whErE A WAiTer laughed at us to ouR fACEs, And we fed ScowliNG,
sHy, ANd hungry, We Had AnotHER quarRel.  I INfOrmed her Of my opINiOn
That gipSiEs coulD nOt tEll FortuNEs.

'ThEy can, aNd you comE to my MOther and my aunt, ANd see if they caN'T
tELL yOUr foRtuNe,' said she, in A furY.

'yes, aNd thAT's How THey foOl peoPlE,' SaID I.  I enjoyed seeing the
FlAsh of hEr teeTh.  But my daring Of her to looK ME In the eyeS and
SWeAR on her oath she bElievEd the fortuNEs true onEs, senT her into A
fit of sulLENness.

'Go aLonG, yoU naSty LITtLe fellow, your sHADow iSn'T half a yArd,' She
said, And i coUld SmiLe At that; my sHadow strEtChEd HaLf aCross THe
road.  We HaD a qUaRreLsome DAy wherEver wE wenT; rArELy wAlking cLOsE
TOgetHeR tIll nIghTfAll, whEn shE EdgEd up to mY hand, with, 'i saY, i'll
kEeP yOu warm tO-night, I will.' ShE hUgged me almOsT toO tight, BUT it
was waRm and social, and helped to tHE triumpH of A feelIng I Had that
noThiNg made
 boy, such a lot of things  happenedto me . Sup po se I  joi ned
the gipsie s ?  M y companion wished meto. Sh e  had br other s, hors e -d e ale rs ,bea ut i fu l fid dle rs.  Su ppose I le arn tthe fiddle?Su ppose I
le arn t their lang uag e andwe nta boutwit h the m andb ecameking of t he gipsie s ?  My c o m pa nion  shook her head;s he could not enco urageth i sa m bit iou s idea bec au se sh e  had ne v er h e ard of a king ofthe gipsies ora
quee neit h er.  ' We fo ol peo ple,' she s aid,  and offe nded m e , for o u r
schoo l beli eve d i n ag ip sy  ki ng ,  an d  o nef ell ow, Hack ma n,  used  tos i n g  a
s ong  ofa gip sy king; anditwasa s m uch a s tosayth at my  schoo lfell ow s
were fools, e very  one of t hem . Iac cused her of  te lli ng lies .  Sheg rin ne d a ng rily.  'I don't te ll ' em  to frie nds,'s he  s a id.  Weha d a 
qua r r el. Thet ru th was,I wase nr ag ed at t he  sweep in g o utof my pros pectsof risin g tod istinction amo n g the gipsies .  A f te r  bre akf ast at
an i nn,w here  a w a it erl aughe d atus to our faces, and we f ed  scowl ing,shy, and hung ry, we had a n other qu arre l .I informed her  of m y opiniont hat gips ies c ould not  tell for t u nes.

'T hey  ca n,and y ou  come to my m o t heran d my au nt,  and se e i f t hey  ca n' t
tell yo ur fortu ne ,'  s ai d s he, i n  a fury. 
'Ye s,  an d tha t 's how  they  foo lpe o ple ,' said I. I en jo ye d se ein gthe
f lash ofher tee th.  Butmyd arin gof  her to  look me in t he  eyes andsw ear  on he r oath she  believed the fortunest rue one s,sentherinto a
fi t o f sull enn e ss.

' Go alo ng, y ou  na s t y lit t l efel lo w, your sh a d owisn't  h alfa yard, ' she
said, and Ic oul d smile at th at;  mys h ad ows tr e tch ed hal f across the
road .  We hadaq ua rrelsome d a y w he rever w e went;  rare l y walki ng closetogetherti ll n i g htf all, whenshe edge d up to m y  hand ,  w ith,'Isay, I 'l l
k eep y ou war m  to -nigh t, I w il l.' Sh e hug ge d me alm ost too tight, but it
w as war m and  so cial, and  he l ped  to the t rium ph of a fe eli ngI had  th a t
not hing ma de
 boy,_such a_lot of things happened_to me.__Suppose I_joined
the_gipsies?  My_companion wished me_to.  She had_brothers, horse-
dealers, beautiful_fiddlers._ Suppose I learnt the fiddle?  Suppose I
learnt their language and went about_with_them and_became_king_of the
gipsies?  My companion_shook her head; she could_not encourage_this
ambitious idea because she had never heard of_a_king of the_gipsies or a
queen either.  'We fool people,' she_said, and offended me, for our
school_believed in a_gipsy_king,_and one fellow, Hackman,_used to sing a
song of a_gipsy king; and it was as_much as to say that my schoolfellows
were_fools, every one of them. _I accused her of telling_lies. _She
grinned angrily.  'I don't_tell 'em to_friends,' she_said.  We_had a
quarrel.  The truth was,_I was enraged_at the sweeping out of my
prospects_of_rising to distinction_among_the_gipsies. _After breakfast at
an_inn,_where a_waiter_laughed at us to our faces,_and_we fed scowling,
shy, and hungry, we had_another quarrel.  I_informed_her of my opinion
that_gipsies could not tell fortunes.

'They_can, and you come to my_mother and_my aunt,_and see if they can't
tell your fortune,' said she, in a_fury.

'Yes, and that's how they fool_people,' said I. _I enjoyed_seeing_the
flash of her_teeth._ But_my daring of her to look me_in the_eyes and
swear on her oath she_believed the fortunes true_ones,_sent her into a
fit of sullenness.

'Go_along, you nasty little fellow, your_shadow isn't half a yard,'_she
said,_and_I could smile at that;_my shadow stretched half across the
road._ We had_a quarrelsome day wherever we went; rarely_walking_close
together till nightfall, when she edged_up_to my hand, with, 'I say,_I'll
keep_you_warm to-night, I will.' She_hugged me almost too tight, but_it
was warm and social, and helped to the triumph_of a feeling_I had that
nothing made