"Why, you're not gipsies," he said.

"I believe you're Avories." "That's so," said Kink.
"Well, I'm blessed!" the farmer cried.

"And to think we should be falling out when I've been waiting to see you these many days! My name's Pescod.

My halfsister's your cook." Mr.Pescod climbed out of his cart and shook hands with all the children.

"Now I'll turn," he said, with a smile to Kink, and he led his horse up the lane, talking all the while, while the Slowcoach followed.