"That is somewhat of an old song, brother, and is sung by the chies
as a warning at our solemn festivals."

"Well! but there's your sister-in-law, Ursula, herself, Jasper."

"Ursula, herself, brother?"

"You were talking of my having her, Jasper."

"Well, brother, why didn't you have her?"

"Would she have had me?"

"Of course, brother. You are so much of a Roman, and speak Romany
so remarkably well."

"Poor thing! she looks very innocent!"

"Remarkably so, brother! however, though not born on the same
common with my wife, she knows a thing or two of Roman matters."

"I should like to ask her a question or two, Jasper, in connection
with that song."

"You can do no better, brother. Here we are at the camp. After
tea, take Ursula under a hedge, and ask her a question or two in
connection with that song."