“Look, look, Drusilla! there is a gipsy telling fortunes at that carriage next but one to us, on the left. Grandpa, when she has finished there, do beckon her to come here!” eagerly exclaimed Anna.
“Nonsense, my child! you never want the crone to tell your fortune.”
“Oh, yes, but I do indeed!” exclaimed Anna, excitedly.
“Tut, tut! you don’t believe in such tomfoolery!”
“No, I don’t believe in it of course; but I want to hear what the gipsy will have to say to me for all that. Do watch her, grandpa; and, as soon as she has done with those ladies call her here. Consider, I never saw a gipsy except upon the stage—never saw a real gipsy in my life before, and may never have a chance of seeing one again. Oh, do call her here, grandpa, as soon as she is at liberty!”
“Well, well, my dear, you have the right to make a goose of yourself if you please, and I will help you to do so. I will beckon her presently.”
“Ah, there’s Dick come back! Dick, come here, I want you!” called Anna.
And Dick, who had left his companions among their betting friends and returned to the hill alone, now came up to the carriage.
“Dick, I’m so glad you’ve come back! There’s a gipsy telling fortunes at that carriage—I want you to bring her here to tell ours.”
“Absurdity, Anna dear! you cannot mean to countenance such impostors?”