[CHAPTER VIII—THE GIRL IN THE STORM]
Now, Bobby Hargrew was not naturally a secretive girl. Far from it. Her mates noted, however, that of late she had grown quieter. Ever since their adventure with the Gypsies she had seemed distraught at times, and not at all like her usual merry, light-hearted self.
“That horrid Gypsy woman told her something that scared her,” Jess Morse said to Laura Belding. “I didn’t think Bobby would be so easily gulled.”
“Those people know how to make things seem awful real, I expect,” returned her chum, thoughtfully. “If I had not been on my guard, and had the woman not tried to learn something from me, instead of attempting to mystify me, I expect I would have fallen under her spell.”
“Nonsense!” laughed Jess.
“Well, it seems Bobby was impressed,” said Laura.
“I should say she was. And whatever the woman told her, it is something that is supposed to happen in the future. Bobby is looking forward to it with terror.”
“I wish I knew what it was.”
“But Bobs won’t take you into her confidence,” sighed Jess.
“No. I’ve sounded her. And it is no mere trouble that she expects in school. It is something more serious than Miss Carrington’s severity,” Laura rejoined.