The stranger took from his pocket a card, and handing it to Zula told her in case anything of the kind ever occurred again, to make him acquainted with the fact and he would come to her rescue.
“Can you read the address?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” she answered. “I can read, and I thank you so much; perhaps some day, I can do something to repay you.”
She took a steady look at the card, then returned it to him, saying:
“Take it, I shall remember.”
“I am afraid you will forget.”
“No, I shall not forget, and it will be safer here,” she said, pointing to her forehead. “You know they can’t find it here.”
He made no reply, for Meg was just coming in with 59 a cup of tea, which she gave to Zula, who as she drank it, said:
“It is so bitter.”
“It will strengthen you,” said the old gypsy.