Our Little Hungarian Cousin

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Nixon-Roulet Mary F.. Our Little Hungarian Cousin

CHAPTER I. WITH THE TZIGANES

CHAPTER II. ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL

CHAPTER III. AT THE GULYAS' HUT

CHAPTER IV. DESERTED

CHAPTER V. THE FAIR OF HAROM-SZÖLÖHOZ

CHAPTER VI. VILLAGE LIFE

CHAPTER VII. THE UNEXPECTED

CHAPTER VIII. MARUSHKA MAKES A JOURNEY

CHAPTER IX "OH, THE EYES OF MY MOTHER!"

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Banda Bela, the little Gypsy boy, had tramped all day through the hills, until, footsore, weary, and discouraged, he was ready to throw himself down to sleep. He was very hungry, too.

"I shall go to the next hilltop and perhaps there is a road, and some passerby will throw me a crust. If not, I can feed upon my music and sleep," he thought to himself, as he clambered through the bushes to the top of the hill. There he stood, his old violin held tight in his scrawny hand, his ragged little figure silhouetted against the sky.

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"You ask me nothing," said Banda Bela, half surprised, half fearing, yet raising brave eyes to the stern old face.

"I have nothing to ask," said old Jarnik. "All I wish to know you have told me."

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