"I guess they think we're gypsies," said Hattie, as one carriage rolled past.
Jack Nuffles—I met him here tonight—says they are gypsies—where are they, I wonder?
Like the gypsies of old, but with vastly more territory to roam.
It was about the gypsies, who camp near our place every year.
Working in iron is the most usual occupation of the Gypsies.
What number of Gypsies ...