Still standing in the water, which he seemed reluctant to leave, he
shrugged his shoulders and replied: "We muz azk Chicarona. Zhe eez my
vife."

"And master?" asked the quack, smiling sardonically.

The gypsy did not answer, but, stepping from the brook and looking
backward, reluctantly led the way to the tent.

"Chicarona! Chicarona!" he cried as they approached it.

The flap of the tent was thrown suddenly backward, and three figures
emerged--a tall and stately woman, a little elfish child; and an old
hag, wrinkled, toothless and bent with the weight of unrecorded years.
The woman was the mother of the little child and the daughter of the old
hag.

"Chicarona," said the gypsy, "ze Gacho az byed ze ztallion for zwo
hunner an' viftee dollars, an' now he wanz to buy Pepeeta."

"Wad vor?" she asked.

"Berhabs he zinkz zhe eez a prinzez, I dunno," he answered, digging the
toe of his bare foot nervously into the sand.

"Zen dell 'im zat he zhold not look vor ztrawberries in ze zea, nor red
herring in ze wood," she said with a look of scorn.

The eyes of the stranger and the gypsy met. They confronted each other