“Master and missy, don’t you know me?  I’m Diana!” she exclaimed.

And Diana it was, though very much changed for the better.  She had married one of her own tribe, but a very good specimen, and the husband and wife travelled about on their own account making their living “honestly,” as she took care to tell.  “For there’s good and there’s bad of us, and it’s been my luck to get a good one.  Thank God for it,” she added, “for I’ve never forgot master and missy’s pretty telling me even poor Diana might think God cared for her.”

She was taken to see Grandpapa and Grandmamma of course, and they would have helped her and her husband to a settled life had they wished it.  But no—­gipsies they were, and gipsies they must remain.  “It’d choke me to live inside four walls,” said Diana, “and we must travel about so as we can see our own folk from time to time.  But whenever we pass this way we’ll come to see master and missy and Tim.”

And so they did.

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Transcriber’s Note: 

   All punctuation has been normalised with the exception of
   varied hyphenation.