I
have followed her to be cursed with her. I mean to go with you.'
'Young man,' said she, 'are there many o' your sort among the
Gorgios?'
'I don't know and I don't care,' said I.
''Cause,' said she, 'that sayin' o' yourn is a fine sight liker a
Romany chi's nor a Romany chal's. It's the chies as sticks to the
dials, cuss or no cuss. 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. Sinfi
Lovell proposed that we should go to the cottage, dry our clothes,
and furnish ourselves with a day's provisions, which she said a
certain cupboard in the cottage would supply, and also with her
crwth, which she appeared to consider essential to the success of the
enterprise.
'She's fond o' the crwth,' she said. 'She allus wanted Mrs. Davies to
larn her to play it, but her aunt never would, 'cause when it's
played by a maid on the hills to the Welsh dukkerin' gillie,
[Footnote 1] the spirits o' Snowdon and the livin' mullos
[Footnote 2] o' them as she's fond on will sometimes come and show
themselves, and she said Winnie wasn't at all the sort o' gal to feel
comfable with spirits moving round her.
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