would have
been Gentiliska's. She had only a son and a grandson, and her grandson
had only me," calmly replied the girl.

Sybil gasped for breath; and when she recovered her voice she exclaimed:

"But you have another name--a family name!"

"Oh, to be sure; most people have."

"Would you--would you tell it me?" inquired Sybil, hesitatingly.

The girl looked at her quizzingly.

"Believe me, I do not ask from idle curiosity," added Sybil.

"Oh, no; to be sure not. We are not a bit curious--we!"

"You needn't tell me," said Sybil.

"Oh, but I will. My family name? It is not a very noble one. It is
indeed a very humble one--Dewberry."

"DUBARRY!" exclaimed Sybil, catching her breath.

"Oh bother, no. I wish it was. That was the name of the great family who
once owned all this great manor, which went to wreck and ruin for want
of an heir!--oh, no; my name is Dewberry--the little fruit vine, you
know, that runs along the ground, and takes its name from its cool
berries being always found deep in the dew. Besides, I am English, and
descended through my great-grandmother Gentiliska from the English
gipsies. _She_ was a gipsy queen."

"Gentiliska," said Sybil, "Tell me something about your
great-grandmother. I feel interested in all that concerns gipsies."

"Well, but get up and dress for breakfast. I can talk while you are
making your toilet."

"Certainly," said Sybil, immediately following the advice of her
hostess, who with nimble hands began to help her to dress.

"My ancestress Gentiliska was the daughter of a long line of gipsy
kings. On the death of her father, she became queen of the tribe."

"Her father had no sons?"

"Oh, yes, he had. But his daughter was made queen, I don't know why. She
was very beautiful, and she sang and danced as charmingly as that
beautiful Jewish princess, who danced off the head of holy 'John the
Baptist.' She was an astute reader of human nature, and therefore a
successful fortune teller. She always promised love to youth, money to
the mature, and long life to the aged. One day at the races she told the
fortune of a rich young man, in return for which he made hers."

"How?"

"He married her."

"He _did_ really marry her? You are sure?"

The girl flared up. "He took her abroad with him; and _of course_ he
married her."

"Of course he should have done so," sighed Sybil, as the fairy castle
she had built for the girl fell like a house of cards.

"I tell you he not o