They sat down and talked to each other.
There was no chance of moving into any other caravan until late in the afternoon and Mireli told her that when they were travelling they usually only stopped for breakfast and then enjoyed a big meal at six o’clock.
“Cook over camp fire,” she said. “Better than little bites without substance.”
Della laughed.
She liked the rather pedantic way Mireli talked. She realised it was because she was trying to copy Lendi, while she was taking her lessons in fortune–telling.
“Very interesting,” Mireli told her when Della questioned her. “Tomorrow you come with me and listen to Lendi. Her very, very clever and she has learned from moon.”
Della knew there could be no higher compliment and although her eyes twinkled she did not make any comment.
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