'No,' he said, 'gipsies have a bad enough time as it is, without getting into trouble helping boys to run away from school.' That shows what we are, dearie," she added to Hester, with a smile.
"And don't you ever tell fortunes ?" Hester asked.
"I won't say I've never done that," the gypsy said.
"Won't you tell mine ?" Hester asked.

"I've got a sixpence." "Just cross my hand with it," said the woman, "but don't give it to me.
I couldn't take money from any of you." So Hester, with her heart beating very fast, crossed the gipsy's hand with the sixpence, and the gipsy held both hers and peered at them very hard while Janet nursed the baby.
"This," said the gipsy at last, "is a very remarkable hand.

I see stories and people reading them.

I see a dark gentleman and a gentleman of middling colour." "Yes," said Hester.

"Can't you tell me anything more about them ?" "Well," said the gipsy, "I can't, because they are only little boys just now.