noon
Every whistle and note of every bird was as familiar to him as his own Tzigane speech ; and he could imitate them with exactness . He delighted his new friends , as the car rumbled along . He soon stopped talking much , as I have said , but he answered their multitude of questions , and did not seem to mind being cross-questioned about the life of the Gypsies . The auto party stopped soon after noon to lunch . It was Roberto who pointed out the spring of clear , cold water for which they searched . He had been over this road before and , it seemed , once along a trail was enough for the young Gypsy . He never forgot .