"We're never going to sell Toby! Are we, Bunny," asked Sue.
"No;" said Bunny, "we never are."
"Oh, then you children know this—this——" and Mr. Baker did not seem to know just what to call the dark man.
"He's a gypsy," said Bunny. "But I don't know him very well. His wagon stopped in front of our house one day, and he wanted to buy our pony. He's a gypsy."
"Ah, that's what makes him look so much like a pirate," said Mr. Baker in a low voice to one of his friends.
"Yes, I am a gypsy," said the man, as he shook the leaves out of his clothes and stood up. "My name is Jaki Kezar, and my camp is over near Springdale. We have permission to camp there, and have done so for a number of years. I was walking about the country, looking for horses to buy, as that is our business, and when I reached here I felt tired. So I took a drink from the spring, sat down and must have fallen asleep before I knew it."
"Yes, you—you were asleep an'—an' you snored," said one little girl, who felt quite brave, now that so many Sunday-school teachers were near her.
"Oh, I snored, did I?" asked Jaki Kezar with a smile, and some of the men smiled, too. This gypsy did not seem at all cross or ugly, and his face was pleasant when he smiled.
"I hope I didn't scare any of the little ones," the gypsy went on. "I wouldn't have done that for anything. I thought this was a quiet place to rest."
"Oh, you didn't scare them very much," said Mr. Baker. "They just saw you asleep and we didn't know who you might be. This part of the woods is not the picnic ground, and you have a perfect right here."