EDITH. Lisa, you are going to live in a nice cottage of ours in the grove, and I shall teach you to read and write, and we will walk and play together, and be so happy.
LISA. And mother too?
MRS. L. No, I cannot have the gypsy woman about the place. What could she do here?
EDITH. But she will not be a gypsy woman if she lives here. She will become like one of us, and be very happy here with Lisa.
MRS. L. These gypsies never change; their vagabond ways are in the blood. You can do nothing with them. She will be for wandering off, east, west, and north, and be like a caged lioness when she is in the house.
EDWARD. They are not real gypsies, mother. I have heard the neighbors say they are poor people, who have assumed the gypsy mode of life to tell fortunes, and impose upon the country people.
EDITH. O, yes, mother, they do not seem like real gypsies. I know you can make of her what you will, if you will only let her come.
LISA. Do let her come—she is so good to me! I will not leave her. I will go wherever she goes.
MRS. L. Well, she may come too; we will try it, and see how it will answer.
EDITH. Dear mother, how can I thank you enough? She shall come this very night. Edward, cannot we get her out of jail?