a
full-blooded Gipsy on this custom--the translation being annexed. I
should state that the narrative which precedes his comments was a reply
to my question, Why he invariably declined my offer of cigars?

"No; I never toovs cigaras, kek. I never toovs 'em kenna since my pal's
chavo Job mullered. And I'll pooker tute how it welled."

"It was at the boro wellgooro where the graias prasters. I was kairin
the paiass of the koshters, and mandy dicked a rye an' pookered him for a
droppi levinor. '_Avali_,' he penned, 'I'll del you levinor and a kushto
tuvalo too.' 'Parraco,' says I, 'rya.' So he del mandy the levinor and
a dozen cigaras. I pet em adree my poachy an' jailed apre the purge and
latched odoi my pal's chavo, an' he pook'd mandy, 'Where you jallin to,
kako?' And I penned: 'Job, I've lelled some covvas for tute.' 'Tacho,'
says he--so I del him the cigaras. Penned he: 'Where did tute latcher
'em?' 'A rye del 'em a mandy.' So he pet em adree his poachy, an'
pookered mandy, 'What'll tu lel to pi?' 'A droppi levinor.' So he
penned, 'Pauli the grais prasters, I'll jal atut the puvius and dick
tute.'

"Eight or nine divvuses pauli, at the K'allis's Gav, his pal welled to
mandy and pookered mi Job sus naflo. And I penned, 'Any thing dush?'
'Worse nor dovo.' 'What _is_ the covvo?' Says yuv, 'Mandy kaums tute to
jal to my pal--don't spare the gry--mukk her jal!' So he del mi a fino
grai, and I kistered eight mee so sig that I thought I'd mored her. An'
I pet her dree the stanya, an' I jalled a lay in the puv and' odoi I
dicked Job. 'Thank me Duvel!' penned he, 'Kako you's welled acai, and if
mandy gets opre this bugni (for 'twas the bugni he'd lelled), I'll del
tute the kushtiest gry that you'll beat sar the Romni chuls.' But he
mullered.

"And he pens as he was mullerin. 'Kako, tute jins the cigarras you del a
mandy?' '_Avali_,' I says he, 'I've got 'em acai in my poachy.' Mandy
and my pens was by him, but his romni was avree, adree the boro tan,
bikinin covvas, for she'd never lelled the bugni, nor his chavos, so they
couldn't well a dickin, for we wouldn't mukk em. And so he mullered.

"And when yuv's mullo I pet my wast adree his poachy and there mandy
lastered the cigaras. And from dovo chairus, rya, mandy never tooved a
cigar.

"Avali--there's adusta Romni chuls that kairs dovo. And when my juvo
mullered, mandy never lelled nokengro kekoomi. Some chairuses in her
jivaben, she'd lel