“Well, Jack, as they calls you, couldn’t we just see the beautiful young lady once?”
“I’m sure you may,” said Johnnie. (He is Johnnie now, you see.) “Wait!”
And off he ran to camp and saw Peggy. He told her all.
“Couldn’t you sing just one song at the gate?”
Peggy could and would, and Willie the dwarf took his fiddle to accompany her. Standing on a barrow by the gate, the good-natured girl, who was charmingly dressed, sang not one song but two.
When the cheering had about finished, the strong boy, whom Jack had beaten, jumped into the field and popped a bag into her hand.
“What’s this?” said Peggy, simply.
“Them’s lollipops, Miss,” he answered, shyly, “with my love, Miss.”
Then he ran right away to hide his blushes before the cool and collected little lady had time to thank him for his lollipops and love.
They all slept very soundly that night, specially Peggy, until the early birds singing and pattering on the caravan roof awoke them to the joys of gipsy life.