It was an awkward moment. Suddenly Anthea, greatly daring, held out the Lamb to the red-handkerchief man.
"Here he is!" she said.
The man drew back. "I shouldn't like to deprive you, miss," he said hoarsely.
"Anyone who likes can have my share of him," said the other man.
"After all, I've got enough of my own," said Esther.
"He's a nice little chap, though," said Amelia. She was the only one who now looked affectionately at the whimpering Lamb.
Zillah said, "If I don't think I must have had a touch of the sun. I don't want him."
"Then shall we take him away?" said Anthea.
"Well—suppose you do," said Pharaoh heartily, "and we'll say no more about it!"
And with great haste all the gipsies began to be busy about their tents for the night. All but Amelia. She went with the children as far as the bend in the road—and there she said—