“And how could we know that Gypsy was a—thief?” burst out Marie.
“Oh, I do hope the boys catch her!” murmured Alice.
“Will—will they be in any danger?” asked Natalie timidly.
“What! Three of them to one little Gypsy girl? I guess you don’t know our brothers!” exclaimed Mabel.
“No, I never had any, you see,” responded Natalie with a smile. “But I was thinking she might get to where her people are, and those Gypsy men aren’t the most gentle individuals, I’ve heard.”
“That’s so!” cried Alice. “Oh, I hope——”
“I wish father were home,” put in Mabel.
“I have it!” burst out Marie. “The police! We can telephone to them, and ask them to go and protect the boys.”
“Perhaps it would be a good idea,” suggested Mrs. Anderson. “I don’t like the fuss and notoriety, but I do want my ring back, and I wouldn’t like the boys to run into any danger. You had better telephone, Mabel.”
Soon the wire to the police station was in use, with Mabel on one end and the somewhat venerable chief on the other.