“What is it? Who is it?” asked Mabel.
“The boys. There they are on shore, waiting for us,” and she waved her hand.
Over the water came floating the echo of the call of the Camp Fire Girls:
“Wo-he-lo!”
“Work—health—love!” murmured Natalie. “What a wonderful combination for—girls.”
“And the greatest of these is—love,” softly quoted Alice.
“I’m thinking of that poor Gypsy girl,” murmured Natalie. “She perhaps had plenty of work—but I wonder how much of—love? Did she have any?”
“She had health, at any rate,” observed Mabel, as she pulled on her left oar to change the course of the craft.
“Of course—if she was anything like the other girls in the camp,” admitted Natalie. “But perhaps she has been driven away—maybe the rest of the tribe found she had been—been taking things, and drove her away. She may have taken her health with her, but very little of love, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, no doubt some of those Gypsy lads, with their beautifully white teeth, are in love with her,” suggested Mabel.