! Is the baby in bed up-stairs?
What's the matter? It's not the scarlatina? Not'----

'Bless you!' she said, 'why I thought you'd a-knowed. It ain't the
scarlatina; the baby was as well and bonnie as ever when she went. She
've agone! her mother come and fetch her this very day, and took her
right off. Ay! but she were pleased to see how the little thing had
got on, and she said as she 'd never forget my kindness, and how she'd
bring her to see me whenever she come this way. But, there! I do miss
her terrible. Why, it's 'most worse than the master himself.'

The organist hardly listened to what she was saying after the fact of
the mother having come and fetched her away. Edith had come for her
baby! How had she known? Why had she done it to-day? Could Jane have
let her know? And had she come so quickly to take the child herself to
her old home? His first impulse was to turn and hasten home; perhaps
Edith and Zoe were there already, and would find him absent. But he
could not go without a word to Mrs Gray, who was wiping her eyes in her
apron and unconsciously rocking the empty cradle.

'You will often see her,' he said consolingly; 'she will not be very
far away.'

'Oh, I don't know about that; them gypsies go all over the place, up
and down the country, and they don't always come back for the fairs;
though she says as they don't often miss Smithurst.'

'Gypsies?' he said puzzled.

'Ay, the mother 's a gypsy sure enough, and I've said it all along, and
the child's the very image of her; there wasn't no doubt, when one saw
the two together, as they was mother and child.'

'Are you sure she was a gypsy?' He had often said in fun that Edith
was a regular little gypsy, but he would never have thought that any
one could really mistake her for one; and besides, Mrs Gray must have
known Edith well enough at any rate by sight in the old days; and
changed as she was, it was not beyond all recognition.

'Oh, there wasn't no mistaking, and the van as she belonged to waited
just outside the village, for I went down along with her and seed it,
painted yeller with red wheels. I knowed Zoe was gypsy born, for she'd
one of them charms round her neck as I didn't meddle with, for they do
say as there's a deal of power in them things, and that gypsies can't
be drownded or ketch fevers and things as long as they keeps 'em.'

Mr Robins sat down in the chair opposite Mrs Gray; an odd, cold sort of
apprehension was