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his politest tones. "Shall we tie them up anywhere, or set them loose?"
Alfredo turned round, and took some pegs out of his large mouth. He looked rather ashamed.
"Set them loose," he said. He hesitated before he put the pegs back into his mouth. "We didn't know you were friends with my niece," he said. "She told us all about you. You should have told us you knew her."
"And how could he do that when he didn't know she was your niece?" shouted Mrs. Alfredo from the caravan door. "Fredo, you have no brains, not a single brain do you have. Ahhhhhh! Now you drop my best blouse on the ground!"
She ran out at top speed, and Alfredo stared in alarm. Fortunately she had no saucepan with her this time.
She turned to the two amused boys.
"Alfredo is sorry he took your caravans away," she said, "are you not, Fredo?"
"Well! It was you who…" began Alfredo, with a look of astonishment. But he wasn't allowed to finish. His dark little wife gave him a violent nudge, and spoke again herself, her words tumbling over one another.
"Pay no attention to this big bad man! He has no brains. He can only eat fire, and that is a poor thing to do!
Now Jo, she has brains. Now, are you not glad that you are back again in your corner?"
"I should have felt gladder if you had all been friendly to us," said Julian. "I'm afraid we don't feel like stopping here any longer, though. We shall probably leave tomorrow."
"Now there, Fredo, see what you have done! You have chased away these nice children!" cried Mrs.
Alfredo. "They have manners, these boys, a thing you know nothing about, Fredo. You should learn from them, Fredo, you should…"
Fredo took some pegs from his mouth to make an indignant answer, but his wife suddenly gave a shriek and ran to her caravan. "Something burns! Something burns!"
Alfredo gave a hearty laugh, a loud guffaw that surprised the boys. "Ha! She bakes today, and burns her cake! She has no brains, that woman! No brains at all!"
Julian and Dick turned to go. Alfredo spoke to them in a low voice. "You can stay here now, here in this field. You are Jo's friend. That is enough for us."
"It may be," said Julian. "But it's not quite enough for us , I'm afraid. We shall leave tomorrow."
The boys went back to the caravans. Jo sat on the grass with George and Anne, eagerly telling them of her life with a very nice family. "But they won't let me wear shorts or be a boy," she ended sadly. "That's why I wear a skirt now. Could you lend me some shorts, George?"
"No, I couldn't," said George, firmly. Jo was quite enough like her as it was, without wearing shorts! "Well, you seem to have turned over a new leaf, Jo. Can you read and write yet?"
"Almost," said Jo, and turned her eyes away. She found lessons very difficult, for she had never been to school when she lived with her gypsy father. She looked back again with bright eyes. "Can I stay with you?"
she said. "My foster-mother would let me, I know — if it was you I was with."
"Didn't you tell her you were coming here?" said Dick. "That was unkind, Jo."
"I never thought," said Jo. "You send her a card for me, Dick."
"Send one yourself," said George at once. "You said you could write."
Jo took no notice of that remark. " Can I stay with you?" she said. "I won't sleep in the caravans, I'll doss down underneath. I always did that when the weather was fine, and I lived with my Dad in his caravan. It would be a change for me now not to live in a house. I like lots of things in houses, though I never thought I would —
but I shall always like sleeping rough best."
"Well — you could stay here with us, if we were going to stay," said Julian. "But I don't much feel inclined to, now we've had such an unfriendly welcome from everyone."
"I'll tell everyone to be kind to you," said Jo at once, and got up as if she meant to go then and there to force everyone into kindness!
Dick pushed her down. "No. We'll stay here one more day and night, and make up our minds tomorrow.
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Alfredo turned round, and took some pegs out of his large mouth. He looked rather ashamed.
"Set them loose," he said. He hesitated before he put the pegs back into his mouth. "We didn't know you were friends with my niece," he said. "She told us all about you. You should have told us you knew her."
"And how could he do that when he didn't know she was your niece?" shouted Mrs. Alfredo from the caravan door. "Fredo, you have no brains, not a single brain do you have. Ahhhhhh! Now you drop my best blouse on the ground!"
She ran out at top speed, and Alfredo stared in alarm. Fortunately she had no saucepan with her this time.
She turned to the two amused boys.
"Alfredo is sorry he took your caravans away," she said, "are you not, Fredo?"
"Well! It was you who…" began Alfredo, with a look of astonishment. But he wasn't allowed to finish. His dark little wife gave him a violent nudge, and spoke again herself, her words tumbling over one another.
"Pay no attention to this big bad man! He has no brains. He can only eat fire, and that is a poor thing to do!
Now Jo, she has brains. Now, are you not glad that you are back again in your corner?"
"I should have felt gladder if you had all been friendly to us," said Julian. "I'm afraid we don't feel like stopping here any longer, though. We shall probably leave tomorrow."
"Now there, Fredo, see what you have done! You have chased away these nice children!" cried Mrs.
Alfredo. "They have manners, these boys, a thing you know nothing about, Fredo. You should learn from them, Fredo, you should…"
Fredo took some pegs from his mouth to make an indignant answer, but his wife suddenly gave a shriek and ran to her caravan. "Something burns! Something burns!"
Alfredo gave a hearty laugh, a loud guffaw that surprised the boys. "Ha! She bakes today, and burns her cake! She has no brains, that woman! No brains at all!"
Julian and Dick turned to go. Alfredo spoke to them in a low voice. "You can stay here now, here in this field. You are Jo's friend. That is enough for us."
"It may be," said Julian. "But it's not quite enough for us , I'm afraid. We shall leave tomorrow."
The boys went back to the caravans. Jo sat on the grass with George and Anne, eagerly telling them of her life with a very nice family. "But they won't let me wear shorts or be a boy," she ended sadly. "That's why I wear a skirt now. Could you lend me some shorts, George?"
"No, I couldn't," said George, firmly. Jo was quite enough like her as it was, without wearing shorts! "Well, you seem to have turned over a new leaf, Jo. Can you read and write yet?"
"Almost," said Jo, and turned her eyes away. She found lessons very difficult, for she had never been to school when she lived with her gypsy father. She looked back again with bright eyes. "Can I stay with you?"
she said. "My foster-mother would let me, I know — if it was you I was with."
"Didn't you tell her you were coming here?" said Dick. "That was unkind, Jo."
"I never thought," said Jo. "You send her a card for me, Dick."
"Send one yourself," said George at once. "You said you could write."
Jo took no notice of that remark. " Can I stay with you?" she said. "I won't sleep in the caravans, I'll doss down underneath. I always did that when the weather was fine, and I lived with my Dad in his caravan. It would be a change for me now not to live in a house. I like lots of things in houses, though I never thought I would —
but I shall always like sleeping rough best."
"Well — you could stay here with us, if we were going to stay," said Julian. "But I don't much feel inclined to, now we've had such an unfriendly welcome from everyone."
"I'll tell everyone to be kind to you," said Jo at once, and got up as if she meant to go then and there to force everyone into kindness!
Dick pushed her down. "No. We'll stay here one more day and night, and make up our minds tomorrow.
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