"But I might turn gipsy--others have done so."

"Aye, but not your kind; you're best wi' your fine aunt to coddle
you--go back to your grand house an' servants, young man, and stay
there!"

"Some day, but not yet," I answered. "And when I go--you will go with
me."

"Oh, shall I!" she exclaimed scornfully. "You're precious sure of
yourself, ain't you?"

"I am!" I nodded, folding my arms. "And of one other thing!"

"What?"

"That you will make a very ill-tempered wife!"

"Oh, shall I!"

"You will."

"Not your'n, anyway. You ain't man enough."

"We shall see!" said I between shut teeth.

"Aha, now you're angry!" she laughed gleefully, and with some little
malice.

"You are enough to enrage a saint!" I retorted, and turning my back, I