“Aren’t you afraid to be out so late?” went on Mabel.
“It is hardly dark yet—and who would harm a Gypsy maiden?” was the somewhat enigmatical answer.
“What do you charge for fortunes?” asked Mabel.
“Only twenty-five cents when I go from house to house. Though at our camp Neezar, our Queen, charges fifty and sometimes a dollar, for a very long fortune.”
“Have you really a Queen?” asked Alice.
“Certainly, lady,” spoke the Gypsy, and though her tones were a trifle coarse, her language was more correct than that of some school girls.
“I guess we’ll try the twenty-five cent fortunes,” suggested Alice. “What is your name?”
“I am called Hadee,” was the answer.
“I’ll go a dollar’s worth of fortune, Hadee,” whispered Jack.
“Be quiet,” ordered his sister.