"From——"
"England. You see, I am not a noble gypsy, for I live in a house and have sat on chairs, although they don't like it. This house is an old mansion in the White Mountains."
"It is your home?" asked Cora timidly.
"It ought to be. They bought it with my mother's money."
Cora sipped the water, then, feeling weak, she took a mouthful of the milk. Every moment she was becoming stronger. Every moment the strange scene around her was exciting her interest more fully.
"What time is it?" she asked wearily.
"Have you no idea?"
"Is it morning?"
"Almost."
"And you are not in bed?"