“Most certainly, my dear,” agreed the elder sister.
“And inside was that beautiful fretted silver bracelet. And that—”
“Just as certainly belongs to the Gypsies,” finished Ruth. “At least, it does not belong to you and Dot.”
“Aw shu-u-cks!” drawled Sammy in dissent.
Even Agnes cast a wistful glance at the older girl. Ruth was always so uncompromising in her decisions. There was never any middle ground in her view. Either a thing was right, or it was wrong, and that was all there was to it!
“Well,” sighed Tess, “that Gypsy lady said she knew we were honest.”
“I think,” Ruth observed thoughtfully, “that Neale had better run the car out again and look about town for those Gypsy women. They can’t have got far away.”
“Say, Ruth! it’s most supper time,” objected Neale. “Have a heart!”
“Anyway, I wouldn’t trouble myself about a crowd of Gypsies,” said Agnes. “They may have stolen the bracelet.”
“Oh!” gasped Tess and Dot in unison.