and not knowing where I was to put them down. She tumbled them all onto the floor, and threw her arms round my neck, saying:
“‘I pay my debts, I pay my debts! That’s the law of the Cales.‘*
* Calo, feminine calli, plural cales. Literally
“black,” the name the gipsies apply to themselves in their
own language.
“Ah, sir, that day! that day! When I think of it I forget what to-morrow must bring me!”
For a moment the bandit held his peace, then, when he had relighted his cigar, he began afresh.
“We spent the whole day together, eating, drinking, and so forth. When she had stuffed herself with sugar-plums, like any child of six years old, she thrust them by handfuls into the old woman’s water-jar. ‘That’ll make sherbet for her,’ she said. She smashed the yemas by throwing them against the walls. ‘They’ll keep the flies from bothering us.’ There was no prank or wild frolic she didn’t indulge in. I