So we went quickly enough over the hedge, and hid ourselves there in the field until the gentleman was gone.
I saw the gentleman in the morning, and he asked me what I had done the day before, after church.

I told him I'd drunk two or three cups of ale and was half tipsy.

And he said, "My man was drunk as you, and I sent him off." I told him then, "I hope not, sir, for such a little thing as that; and he is not used to drink ale, he's only accustomed to cider, that don't intoxicate him." But no, the poor man had to go away.

_And that's all I can tell you about my going to church_.
GUDLO XIX.

WHAT THE LITTLE GIPSY GIRL TOLD HER BROTHER.
Penned the tikni Rommani chavi laki pal, "More mor the pishom, 'cause she's a Rommani, and kairs her jivaben jallin' parl the tem dukkerin' the ruzhas and lellin' the gudlo avree 'em, sar moro dye dukkers the ranis.
An' ma wusser bars at the rookas, 'cause they're kaulos, an' kaulo ratt is Rommany ratt.