Romanichal

And then, with the expression in his face of a man who has been familiarly addressed by a brazen statue, or asked by a new-born babe, “What o’clock is it?” but with great joy, he cried:— “Romanichal!”

They flocked around me; they cried aloud in Romany, and one good-natured, smiling man, who looked like a German gypsy, mounting a chair, waved a guitar by its neck high in the air as a signal of discovery of a great prize to those at a distance, repeating rapidly,— “Av’akai, ava’kai, Romanichal!”

She gave one deep, long glance of utter astonishment, drew one long breath, and, with a cry of delight and wonder, said,— “Romanichal!”