“I guess you don’t know us,” Tess said doubtfully. “You don’t belong in this neighborhood.”
“I know you all right,” said the boy. “You’re the two girls those women sold the basket to. I know you.”
“Oh!” gasped Tess.
“The Gypsy ladies!” murmured Dot.
“That’s the one. They sold you the basket for forty-five cents. Didn’t they?”
“Yes,” admitted Tess.
“And it’s ours,” cried Dot. “We paid for it.”
“That’s all right,” said the boy slowly. “But you didn’t buy what was in it. No, sir! They want it back.”
“Oh! The basket?” cried Tess.