“Oh, good gracious! Where are they?” cried Crazy Jane, as she walked into the Gipsy camp.
The girls glanced at each other wonderingly. Had not the Gipsy queen just told them that Jane had arrived at the Meadow-Brook camp? The mystery was too great for them to solve.
“But darlin’s, what does it mean? The Gipsy girl who came for me, said you were staying here for the night.”
“We have been invited to be the guests of the tribe for this night, Jane. Sybarina is the queen of these Gipsies, you know. She is the one we rescued from the burning barn.”
“Of course. Why are you here?”
The guardian explained how they had been attacked by tramps and how the Gipsy woman and her companions had come to their rescue.
Jane was amazed, then her face flushed with anger. She wanted to know if the Tramp Club had been seen. Miss Elting said they had not.
“But where is my darlin’ Harriet?” questioned Jane, gazing at her inquiringly.
“She has gone with the queen into one of the wagons. You will see her soon.”
“Won’t it be jolly, Jane, to spend a night in a Gipsy camp?” cried Hazel.