CHAPTER XVII—TRYING OUT THE GIPSY TRAIL
The farmer pocketed the money that Miss Elting handed him.
“I’ve my own opinion of you!” flared Crazy Jane.
“Maybe you have,” chuckled the farmer, “but——”
“You’re quite right,” Jane McCarthy taunted. “You wouldn’t feel highly complimented if I were to express that opinion!”
“If it’s that kind of an opinion——” muttered the farmer, turning red under the coat of tan on his face.
“It’s worse!” retorted Crazy Jane incisively.
Muttering under his breath, but failing to speak clearly, the abashed farmer turned on his heel, striding away.
The humor of the situation now appealing to them, the girls and their guardian began to laugh heartily.
“Harriet, I believe you suspected this all the time,” declared Miss Elting finally.