"You said one was a boy and t'other was a girl?" repeated the small boy, looking very bright.
"Yes. The boy was quite small, and the girl wore a black dress. They're lost, and we're trying to find them."
"Be you, now, really!" said the small boy, apparently struck with sudden and overwhelming admiration. "That is terribly good in you. Seems to me now I reckon I see two young uns 'long here somewhars, didn't I? Le' me see."
"Oh, where, where?" cried Gypsy. "Oh, I'm so glad! Did the little boy have on a plaid jacket and brown coat?"
"Waal, now, seems as ef 'twas somethin' like that."
"And the girl wore a hat and a long veil?" pursued Gypsy, eagerly.
"Was she about the height of this girl here, and whereabouts did you see her?" asked Tom.
"Waal, couldn't tell exactly; somewhars between here an' the village, I reckon. Seems to me she did have a veil or suthin'."
"And she was real pale?" cried Gypsy, "and the boy was dreadfully muddy?"
"Couldn't say as to that"—the small boy began to hesitate and look very wise—"don't seem to remember the mud, and on the whole, I ain't partiklar sure 'bout the veil. Oh, come to think on't, it wasn't a gal; it was a deaf old woman, an' there warn't no boy noways."