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Updated: June 29, 2025
You're liker a Romany chi nor a Romany chal, the more I see of you. What I says to our people is: "If the Romany chals would only stick by the Romany chies as the Romany chies sticks by the Romany chals, where 'ud the Gorgios be then? Why, the Romanies would be the strongest people on the arth."
I wish the chals 'ud stick as close to the chies. After much persuasion, however, I induced the Gypsy to let me accompany her, promising to abide implicitly by her instructions. Even while we were talking the rain had ceased, and patches of stars were shining brilliantly. These patches got rapidly larger.
"You would wish to turn the cuckoos into barn-door fowls, wouldn't you?" "Can't say I should, Jasper, whatever some people might wish." "And the chals and chies into radical weavers and factory wenches, hey, brother?" "Can't say that I should, Jasper.
"I don't know," said I; "it's odd enough that I have asked that question of a dozen Romany chals and chies, and they always told me that they did not know." "No more they did, brother; there's only one person in England that knows, and that's myself the name for a leaf is patteran. Now there are two that knows it the other is yourself." "Dear me, Ursula, how very strange! I am much obliged to you.
"No," said I; "and, moreover, I am aware, notwithstanding your evasion, Ursula, that marriages and connections now and then occur between gorgios and Romany chies; the result of which is the mixed breed, called half and half, which is at present travelling about England, and to which the Flaming Tinman belongs, otherwise called Anselo Herne."
Whereupon Jasper questions him and gets him to admit that the Gypsies are very much like the cuckoos, roguish, chaffing birds that everybody is glad to see again: "'You would wish to turn the cuckoos into barn-door fowls, wouldn't you? "'Can't say I should, Jasper, whatever some people might wish. "'And the chals and chies into radical weavers and factory wenches, hey, brother?
"Can't say, brother; nothing lasts for ever. Romany chies are Romany chies still, though not exactly what they were sixty years ago. My wife, though a rum one, is not Mrs. Herne, brother. I think she is rather fond of Frenchmen and French discourse. I tell you what, brother, if ever gypsyism breaks up, it will be owing to our chies having been bitten by that mad puppy they calls gentility."
Nor were these all the characteristics that distinguished her from the common herd of Romany chies: she was one of the few Gypsies of either sex who could speak with equal fluency both the English and Welsh Romanes, and she was in the habit sometimes of mixing the two dialects in a most singular way.
'Just so, Jasper; I see 'Something very much like a cuckoo, brother? 'I see what you are after, Jasper. 'You would like to get rid of us, wouldn't you? 'Why, no; not exactly. 'We are no ornament to the green lanes in spring and summer time; are we, brother? and the voices of our chies, with their cukkerin and dukkerin, don't help to make them pleasant? 'I see what you are at, Jasper.
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