“Isn’t she the clever darlin’?” chuckled Crazy Jane.
“Harriet is a very resourceful girl,” answered Hazel admiringly.
“Yes; Harriet has added a good many honor beads to her string during this hike,” replied the guardian. “I think, too, that she is going to pay those boys the debt that we owe them.”
“Listen!” commanded Jane. Sybarina was speaking.
“Behold before you the Star of the East. Behold one who has come out of the East to read the future true. Cross her palm with silver and the Oracle will speak, revealing the past and foretelling the future.”
The Gipsy queen had not led Harriet into the bright light. Instead the girl, in the fainter light at the outer edge of the circle, stood with downcast eyes, hands folded before her.
“Cross My Hand With Silver.”