Then, through the closed door, came a murmur of voices, but they were drowned in the excited comments of the other three girls, while the boys added their share.
Natalie came out a little later looking rather pale under her olive skin, but when quizzed about it, she laughingly declared there was no cause for it, since she had been promised a most glorious future.
“You’re going to cross water, meet a dark stranger, have a light complexioned enemy and all that, aren’t you?” demanded Jack, banteringly.
“Something like that,” laughed Natalie.
In turn the other girls went in and came out, making merry over what they heard in secret.
“Now for us!” exclaimed Blake, when Marie, the last of the quartette, had been told of the past, present and future.
“I tell no more!” announced the Gypsy, coming from the room. “I am tired. If they like the gentlemen may come to our camp to-morrow. I thank you, ladies, but it is late, and I must be getting back.”
“You may go out the front way,” suggested Mabel gently, for, somehow, they had all taken a liking to the pretty Gypsy stranger.
“Good-night,” she said, and standing on the front steps they all watched the Gypsy girl hurry down the street.
“Not half bad looking!” commented Jack. “Ahem!”