“What you found in it.”
The boy seemed very sure of what he was saying, but he spoke slowly.
“They want that silver thing back. It wasn’t meant for you. It was a mistake. You know very well it isn’t yours. If you are honest—and you told them you were—you will bring it back to them.”
“Oh! They did ask us if we were honest,” Tess said faintly. “And of course we are. Aren’t we, Dot?”
“Why—why— Do we have to be so dreadful’ honest,” whispered the smallest Corner House girl, quite borne down with woe.
“Of course we have. Just think of what Ruthie would say,” murmured Tess. Then to the boy: “Where are those ladies?”
“Huh?” he asked. “What ladies?”
“The Gypsy ladies we bought the basket from?”
“Oh, them?” he rejoined hurriedly, glancing along the street with eagerness. “You go right out along this street,” and he pointed in the direction from which he had come. “You keep on walking until you reach the brick-yard.”
“Oh! Are they camped there?” asked Tess.