“Excuse me, Miss Mabel,” she said, “but do any of you want your fortunes told?”
“Our fortunes told?” echoed Mabel. “Why, Jennie, what do you mean?”
“There’s a Gypsy girl at the back door. She’s from that encampment over near Wilson’s woods, I guess. She asked me to inquire if there was any one who wanted their fortune told, and as I knew you had visitors, I thought——”
“Me for the Gypsy maiden!” sang out Blake.
“I’m first!” cried Phil.
“No, I’m going to see what the fateful future holds for me,” asserted Jack. “I want to see if I’m going to pass my exams.”
“Boys, be quiet!” commanded Mabel. “Girls, shall we do it—just for fun?” and she appealed to her chums. “Of course I don’t believe anything in it, but she may make a little diversion for us.”
“Just as if we didn’t try,” complained Blake. “Come on, fellows, we’ll leave ’em to their own destruction.”
“If they’re going to have a fair Gypsy maiden in I want to hear what she says,” declared Jack.
“As if we would let you!” exclaimed Natalie.