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She sighed and rippled her fingers along the keyboard

"But, oh, if only we could get away--Timbuctoo, Mokpo, or Jericho"

"Don't tell hed

She nodded "Cross my heart, solemnly, hope to die It ith Dick in the All Away and in the long ago It ht almost be said we honeyed reeled his brain to try and decide whether her continual reference to her husband was deliberate

"I should i

"I do, I do," she assured him hat seemed unnecessary vehemence "But I don't knohat's come overfret, I suppose; the Red Gods and theirhis head off and getting tied doith projects! Do you know, in all the years of our e, the only really serious rival I have ever had has been this ranch He's pretty faithful, and the ranch is his first love He had it all planned and started before he ever ether," Graha on the rack before her

"Oh, but it's the 'Gypsy Trail,'" she protested "It will only make my mood worse" And she hu sun, Till the junk sails lift through the homeless drift, And the East and the West are one'

"What is the Roht of it as patter, or patois, the Gypsy patois, and soe over the world--a sort of philological excursion"

"In a way the patteran is speech," he answered "But it always says one thing: 'This way I have passed' Two sprigs, crossed in certain ways and left upon the trail, compose the patteran But they must always be of different trees or shrubs Thus, on the ranch here, a patteran could be made of manzanita and madrono, of oak and spruce, of buckeye and alder, of redwood and laurel, of huckleberry and lilac It is a sign of Gypsy comrade to Gypsy comrade, of Gypsy lover to Gypsy lover" And he huain, Out of a clear sea track; Follow the cross of the Gypsy trail, Over the world and back'"