"Did you tell him the truth, or make up a tale for him?" asked Sybil.
"Partly one and partly the other, my daughter. But when persons sets their minds on anything, they sees the truth in a manner according to their own thoughts, which is of itself as good as a made-up tale.
"He asks numberless questions, to which I makes suitable replies. Them that lives out of doors—can they get up as early as they likes, without being called? he asks.
"Does gipsies go to bed in their clothes?
"Does they sometimes forget their prayers, with not regularly dressing and undressing?
"Did I ever sleep on heather?
"Does we ever travel by moonlight?
"Do I see the sun rise every morning?
"Did I ever meet a highwayman?
"Does I believe in ghosts?