“You had better not talk, dear,” said Mrs. Bonnell gently placing her hand on the girl’s hot forehead.
“Oh, well, maybe she’ll feel better to have it over with,” said Dr. Morse resignedly. “Are you sure about this, Hanson?”
“Positive. She is the image of my lost daughter. She must have a birth-mark on her neck—all the Rossmore’s had it.”
“There is a mark there,” said Natalie. “I saw it.”
“And are you really my grandfather?” murmured Hadee.
“I sure am, girl.”
“Then I’m not a Gypsy.”
“Only half; and you won’t be that much any more. You’re coming to live with me. I’ve got a little money put away, and we’ll live for each other now. I couldn’t keep my daughter—maybe I was too harsh with her—but I won’t be with you, Hadee,” and he gazed lovingly at her.
“Now, this will just have to stop!” declared Dr. Morse firmly. “I insist on the patient being kept quiet. She may be your daughter’s child, Hanson, but if you want to keep her with you don’t set her into more of a fever than she has already. Drive on, Pete. I’ll follow in my carriage. See you later,” he called to the Camp Fire Girls and their boy friends.
“Well, what do you know about this?” gasped Jack, as the carriage of the doctor and the other wagon disappeared down the road. “You girls have certainly beaten us all to pieces! You discover the ghost, get back the diamond ring and restore a long-lost child to her grandfather. Wow!”