“Huh?” asked Bobby. “Isn’t what the same girl? You’re as lucid as mud, Nell.”
“Out there! Quick, Laura—don’t you see her?”
Laura Belding craned her neck to see outside the yard. Across the street a girl was passing slowly. They could not see her face, and she was wrapped in a long cloak—or waterproof garment.
“Look at that yellow handkerchief!” exclaimed Jess.
“I saw it—and I saw her face,” said Nellie.
“That’s like the girl we saw up there on the ridge,” admitted Laura, slowly.
“The Gypsy girl!” exclaimed Jess, in excitement.
“It was she. I saw her face,” repeated Nell.
“Now, what do you know about that?” cried Jess. “Why, she must have gotten away from those people, after all. I’m glad of it.”
Bobby said never a word, but she stared after the yellow kerchief, which showed plainly above the collar of the mantle the strange girl wore. And while her mates discussed with interest the appearance in town of the fugitive from the Gypsy camp, Bobby was only thoughtful.