“I was sorry when—when my grandfather moved out. I didn’t know he was any relative,” she resumed. “I didn’t mean to scare him, but I suppose I did. I cried because I was lonesome and afraid.”
“That’s all right!” exclaimed Hanson Rossmore. “As long as I’ve got some kin now, I don’t mind. I’m going to sell the old mill—I’ve got an offer for the property, and we’ll live together where nothing will remind us of it—Ethel Rose.”
“Ethel!” exclaimed Natalie. They could all see how much Natalie resembled the Gypsy girl.
“Yes, I’m going to call her that,” said the old man. “I don’t want any more Gypsy names.”
“Well, I guess that explains everything,” said Jack. “So there was no ghost after all.”
“No. And Natalie proved it!” declared Marie. “Oh, you dear girl!” and she put her arms around her chum.
“Let’s get back to camp and have a celebration,” proposed Jack. “We’ll have enough to talk about for a month.”
Hadee, or Ethel Rose Rossmore, to give her the name she was thenceforth to bear, rapidly recovered from her accident, and she and her grandfather made arrangements to board in the village until he could dispose of his property. The Gypsy camp was broken up, its members going whither no one knew. There were many complaints about them for small thefts, and arrests had been planned but too late.
After all the excitement quiet days followed. There were Council meetings and camp-fires, walks in the woods and cruises on the lake, when many songs were sung. Cora, Gertrude, Edna, Sadie and Margaret also paid a visit to the woods.
Mabel telegraphed the good news of the finding of the diamond ring to her mother, and the boys found their missing canoe and lantern where the Gypsy girl had left them.