Note 8 — Chapter VIII · WELSH-GYPSY STORIES

‘Well, to tell the truth, before I left London, my father was sick, and said I was to come here to look for the golden apples, for they were the only things would do him good. And when I came to your youngest brother, I could not understand him well: his speech was like the English Gypsies and not like yours.8 You speak the same as the Welsh Gypsies, and so I understand your second brother well. He told me many things what to do before I came here. And I thought once that your youngest brother put me in the wrong bed, when he put all those snakes to bite me all night long, until he [i.e. the middle brother] told me, “So it was to be,” and said, “So it is the same here,” but said you had none in your beds, but said when I came to you I should find you a fine dear Rómani old man.’