never seed nowheres. He made it for Jericho
Bozzell, the rich Griengro as so often stays at Raxton and at Gypsy
Dell; but Rhona Bozzell hates a waggin and allus will sleep in a
tent. They do say as the Prince o' Wales wants to buy that
livin'-waggin, only he can't spare the balansers just now--his family
bein' so big an' times bein' so bad. How much money ha' you got? Can
you stan' a hundud an' fifty gold balansers for the waggin besides
the fixins?

'Shift,' I said. 'I'm prepared to spend more than that in seeking
Winnie.'

'Dordi, brother, you must be as rich as my dad, an' lie's the richest
Griengro arter Jericho Bozzell. You an' me'll jist go down to
Chester,' she continued, her eyes sparkling with delight at the
prospect of bargaining for the waggon, 'an' we'll fix up sich a
livin'-waggin as no Romany rei never had afore.'

'Agreed!' I said, wringing her hand.

'An' now you an' me's right pals,' said Sinfi.

We went to Chester, and I became owner of the famous 'livin'-waggin'
coveted (according to Sinfi) by the great personage whom, on account
of his name, she always spoke of as a rich, powerful, but mysterious
and invisible Welshman. One of the monthly cheese-fairs was going on
in the Linen Hall. Among the rows of Welsh carts standing in front of
the 'Old Yacht Inn,' Sinfi introduced me to a 'Griengro' (one of the
Gypsy Locks of Gloucestershire), of whom I bought a bay mare of
extraordinary strength and endurance.

IX

It was, then, to find Winifred that I joined the Gypsies. And yet I
will not deny that affinity with the kinsfolk of my ancestress
Fenella Stanley must have had something to do with this passage in my
eccentric life. That strain of Romany blood which, according to my
mother's theory, had much to do with drawing Percy Aylwin and Rhona
Boswell together, was alive and potent in my own veins.

But I must pause here to say a few words about Sinfi Lovell. Some of
my readers must have already recognised her as a famous character in
bohemian circles. Sinfi's father was a 'Griengro,' that is to say, a
horse-dealer. She was, indeed, none other than that 'Fiddling Sinfi'
who became famous in many parts of England and Wales as a violinist,
and also as the only performer on the old Welsh stringed instrument
called the 'crwth,' or cruth. Most Gypsies are musical, but Sinfi was
a genuine musical genius. Having become, through the good-nature of
Winifred's aunt Mrs. Davies, the possessor of a crwth, a