"They have chosen to live among us, and, although they go away in large companies and travel all over Europe, they are sure to come back here."
"Where did they come from in the first place, papa?"
"A long time ago, I believe, they lived in the far East, or in Egypt. They speak a queer language, made up of Hindi and Greek, as well as Turkish words."
Just then, Osman's mother came into the room.
"Father has just been telling me about a feast held by the gipsies this afternoon, mamma."
"Indeed! And did any of the women offer to tell you your fortune?" asked the lady, as she turned toward her husband.
"They were having too good a time among themselves to notice any outsider," he answered. "At any other time I should have been bothered by them. I can't tell you how many times this year I have been asked to show the palm of my hand and cross it with silver."
"The silver is the pay for the fortune-telling, isn't it?" asked Osman.
"'SHE TOLD ME HE WOULD BE MY HUSBAND.'"