"Why, you don't think they're lucky, do you ?" "I always have done so," said Horace.
"Go on!" said the gipsy.

"Why, we're luckier than what they are.

We've got enough to eat and drink,--and no one wants more,--and along with it no rent and taxes, no servants, no tall hats, no offices, no motor-cars, no fear of thieves.

Millionaires have no rest at all.

No sitting under a tree by the fire smoking a pipe." "And no hedgehogs," said Gregory.
"No--no hedgehogs.