Part 4 (1/2)

”How very happy us would have been to-day if it hadn't been for the bowl being brokened,” said Duke.

”No, it began before that,” said Pamela. ”It was the not telling Grandmamma. I fink that was the real naughty, bruvver. I don't _fink_ Grandmamma would have minded so much us giving the bread and milk to Toby.”

”Her wouldn't have given us any treat,” objected Duke.

”Well, that wouldn't have mattered very much for once. And perhaps it would have been a good fing; _perhaps_ Grandmamma would have told Cook not to send up quite so much, and----”

”Why do you say that _now_?” said Duke rather crossly; ”it's only making it all worser and worser. I wish----”

But what Duke wished was never to be known, for just at that moment sounds coming down the lane, evidently drawing nearer and nearer, made him start up and peep out from behind the few thin low-growing shrubs at the top of the wall.

”Hush, sister,” he said, quite forgetting that it was himself and not ”sister” who had been speaking,--”there are _such_ funny people coming down the lane. Come here, close by me; there, you can see them--don't they look funny?”

Pamela squeezed herself forward between Duke and a bush, and looked where he pointed to. A little group of people was to be seen making their way slowly along the lane. There were a man, two women, and two boys--the women with red kerchiefs over their heads, and something picturesque about their dress and bearing, though they were dirty and ragged. They, as well as the man, had very dark skins, black hair, and bright piercing eyes, and the elder of the two boys, a great loose-limbed fellow of sixteen or so, was just like them. But the other boy, who did not look more than nine or ten, though his skin was tanned by the weather nearly as brown as his companion's, had lighter hair and eyes. He followed the others at a little distance, not seeming to attend to what they were saying, though they were all talking eagerly, and rather loudly, in a queer kind of language, which Duke and Pamela could not understand at all. The younger boy whistled as he came along, and he held a stout branch in his hand, from which, with a short rough knife, he was cutting away the twigs and bark. He did not seem unhappy though he looked thin, and his clothes hardly held together they were so ragged.

All these particulars became visible to the children, as the party of gipsies--for such they were, though of a low cla.s.s--came nearer and nearer. I forgot to say that the sixth member of the party was a donkey, a poor half-starved looking creature, with roughly-made panniers, stuffed with crockery apparently, for basins and jugs and pots of various kinds were to be seen sticking out of them in all directions.

And besides the donkey's load there was a good deal more to carry, for the man and the women and the big boy were all loaded with bundles of different shapes and sizes, and the little fellow had a sort of knapsack on his back. They would probably have pa.s.sed on their way without dreaming of the two small people in Spy Tower up above their heads, had not Duke, suddenly catching sight of the donkey's burden, exclaimed loudly to Pamela:

”See, see, sister; they have jugs and dishes. Perhaps us could get a bowl like ours.”

At the sound of the child's voice the man stopped short in what he was saying to his companions, and looked up.

”Good day, my little master, and my pretty missy too,” he said in a smooth voice, not the least like the rather harsh tones in which he had been speaking a moment before in the strange language. ”At your service, and is there anything I can do for you?”

”Oh the pretty dears,” exclaimed one of the two women, while the other turned away with a rough laugh, muttering something the children could not distinguish the meaning of. ”Oh the pretty dears! Like two sweet birds up in a nest. And wouldn't you like your fortunes told, my honeys?”

”I don't know what that means,” replied Duke, feeling very valiant at the top of the wall. ”I want to know if you've got any china bowls to sell--bowls for bread and milk, with little blue leaves running over them.”

”To be sure, to be sure,” said the man. ”We've the very thing--it is strange, to be sure, that I should have just what the little master wants, isn't it?” he went on, turning to the woman.

”If the gentleman and lady could come down and look at them, they would see better,” said she, seizing the panniers with a great show of getting out the crockery they contained.

”Us can't come down there,” said Duke. ”You must come in at the gate, and us will meet you at the back door.”

The man and woman hesitated.

”Will the servants let us come so far, d'ye think?” asked the man. ”Are there no dogs about? Must we say the little master and missy told us to come for that they want to buy a bowl?”

”Oh no,” cried Pamela hastily, ”that wouldn't do. The servants mustn't know.”

The man glanced at the woman with a meaning look.

”To be sure, to be sure,” she said. ”Master and missy must please themselves. It's no business of the servants. Perhaps it's for a little present to their mamma they want one of our pretty bowls?”

”Us hasn't any mamma,” said Duke, ”and it isn't for a present, but still us doesn't want any one to know. Are you _sure_ you've got any bowls just like ours?”

”Certain sure,” said the woman; ”you see we've such a many--if I was to get them all out you'd see. Yours is blue--with leaves all over it--we've some, sweet and pretty, with pink roses and green leaves.”

”No, no,” said the children, shaking their heads, ”that wouldn't do. It must be just the same.”