“She was rather a gentle little creature,” commented his sister.
“I wonder how they can stand such a life—in wagons traveling all over?” questioned Mabel.
“Well, she made a pretty good thing out of you girls,” declared Phil. “Now tell us what she said.”
“Never!” came firmly from Natalie, and the others echoed her words.
As they went back into the library they saw Mrs. Anderson standing at the door. Her face wore rather a worried look.
“What is it, momsey?” asked Phil. “Did you want your fortune told?”
“I just happened to think,” she answered, “that I had left my diamond ring on the table in the little room off the library. I came down to get it, but it isn’t there. Have you seen it, Mabel?”
“Mother! your diamond ring?”
“Yes.”
“And it was in that room that the Gypsy girl told our fortunes.”