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Starting up, I opened sleepy eyes to be dazzled by a glory of early sunshine, and creeping from the hay wherein I lay half-buried, I came blinking to the open trapdoor and beheld Diana standing below, flourishing a long-handled fork at me. "Kooshti divvus," said she. "Good morning!" said I. "It is!" she nodded. "That's what I said! And the less reason to sleep here's me been up an hour an' more."
"None of your chaffing, young fellow," said the tall girl, "or I will give you what shall make you wipe your face; be civil, or you will rue it." "Well, perhaps I was a peg too high," said I; "I ask your pardon here's something a bit lower: 'As I was jawing to the gav yeck divvus I met on the drom miro Rommany chi "
Said the horse to the man, "I like your things to wear better than I do mine, for there's no whip or spur among them." 'Pre yeck divvus there was a mush a-piin' ma his Rommany chals adree a kitchema, an' pauli a chairus he got pash matto. An' he penned about mullo baulors, that he never hawed kek.
‘Go not back with him,’ said Winifred. ‘If thou goest with that man, thou wilt soon forget all our profitable counsels; come with us.’ ‘I cannot; I have much to say to him. Kosko Divvus, Mr. Petulengro.’ ‘Kosko Divvus, Pal,’ said Mr. Petulengro, riding through the water; ‘are you turning back?’ I turned back with Mr. Petulengro.
"Go not back with him," said Winifred. "If thou goest with that man, thou wilt soon forget all our profitable counsels; come with us." "I cannot; I have much to say to him. Kosko Divvus, Mr. Petulengro." "Kosko Divvus, Pal," said Mr. Petulengro, riding through the water; "are you turning back?" I turned back with Mr. Petulengro.
But, hatch a wongish! maybe in a divvus, maybe in a curricus, maybe a dood, maybe a besh, maybe waver divvus, he rummorbend a rakli by the nav of Fair Man, and her yakkas were as kaulo as miri juva's. There's always dui rikk to a dukkerben. Once a little Gorgio put on a woman's gown and went to an old Gipsy mother to have his fortune told.
‘None of your chaffing, young fellow,’ said the tall girl, ‘or I will give you what shall make you wipe your face; be civil, or you will rue it.’ ‘Well, perhaps I was a peg too high,’ said I; ‘I ask your pardon—here’s something a bit lower:— As I was jawing to the gav yeck divvus I met on the drom miro Rommany chi—’
After an hour the woman heard the child cry, and looked into the bag with great amazement, and said, "If the pigs in this country change into children, into what do the children change?" 'Pre yeck divvus a Rommany dye dukkered a rakli, and pookered laki that a kaulo rye kaumed her. But when the chi putchered her wongur, the rakli penned, "Puri dye, I haven't got a poshero to del tute.
And they welled apopli adree the sala and lelled pash sar tacho. And ever sense dovo divvus it's a rakkerben o' the Rommany chals, "Sar tulloben; jal an the sala an' tute shall lel your pash." Three or four years ago one of the Smiths found a great dead pig in a lane. And just as he found it, some Gipsies came by and saw this Rommany.
'Go not back with him, said Winifred. 'If thou goest with that man, thou wilt soon forget all our profitable counsels; come with us. 'I cannot; I have much to say to him. Kosko Divvus, Mr. Petulengro. 'Kosko Divvus, Pal, said Mr. Petulengro, riding through the water; 'are you turning back? I turned back with Mr. Petulengro.
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