forward, her lips were parted, and her eyes were closed. Then I heard
her say in a loud whisper, 'Yis, mammy dear, little Sinfi's
a-listenin'. Yis, this is the way to make her dukkeripen come true,
and then mine can't. Yis, this is the very way. They shall meet again
by Knockers' Llyn, where I seed the Golden Hand, and arter that,
never shall little Sinfi go agin you, dear. And never no more shall
any one on 'em, Gorgio or Gorgie, bring their gries and their
beautiful livin'-waggins among tents o' ourn. Never no more shall
they jine our breed--never no more, never no more. And then my
dukkeripen _can't_ come true.'

Then, springing up, she said, 'I'll stand the risk anyhow. You may
pass the cuss on to me if you can.'

'The seizure has nothing to do with any curse,' said Mivart, 'but if
you think it has, you are the last person to whom it should be
transmitted.'

'Oh, never fear,' said Sinfi; 'Gorgio cuss can't touch Romany. But
if you find you can pass the cuss on to me, I'll stand the cuss all
the same.'

I always admired this noble girl very much, and I pointed out to her
the danger of the experiment to one of her temperament, but assured
her the superstition about the Gorgio curse was entirely an idle one.

'Danger or no danger,' she said, 'I'll chance it; I'll chance it.'

'It might be the death of you,' I said, 'if you believe that the
seizure is a curse.'

'Death!' she murmured, with a smile. 'It ain't death as is likely to
scare a Romany chi, 'specially if she happens to want to die;' and
then she said aloud, 'I tell you I mean to chance it, but I think my
dear old daddy ought to know about it. So if you'll jist write to him
at Gypsy Dell, by Rington, and ask him to come and see me here, I'm
right well sure he'll come and see me at wonst. He can't read the
letter hisself, of course, but the Scollard can, and so can Rhona
Boswell. One on 'em will read it to him, and I know he'll come at
wonst. I shouldn't like to run such a risk without my dear blessed
old daddy knowin' on it.'

It ended in Mivart's writing to Sinfi's father, and Panuel Lovell
turned up the next evening in a great state of alarm as to what he
was wanted for. Panuel's opposition to the scheme was so strong that
I refused to urge the point.

It was a very touching scene between him and Sinfi.

'You know what your mammy told you about you and the Gorgios,' said
he, with tears trickling down his cheeks. 'You know the dukkeripen
said as y