“Racing up and down the road looking for you,” returned Jane.
“Where did you sleep?” questioned Harriet.
“At a farm house over in the valley,” chuckled Jane. “Where did you sleep?”
“We were in a barn part of the night. Regular tramps, aren’t we,” answered Harriet, her eyes sparkling.
“Yeth, and—and the barn burned down,” explained Grace.
“What?”
“Grace is right,” Miss Elting informed Jane. “Lightning struck the barn, burning it to the ground. Harriet saved an old Gipsy woman from being burned to death. She had been stunned by the bolt of lightning and for the time being was paralyzed.”
“Oh, what a shame!” exclaimed Jane. “I always have to be absent when the fun is going on. Think of poor me tearing up and down the road, half crazy because I’d lost you and you having so much fun all the time,” she complained. “Who was the woman you saved, darlin’?” she questioned, turning admiring eyes on Harriet Burrell.
“A Gipsy. She called herself Sybarina,” answered Harriet.
“And did the Gipsy tell your fortune, Harriet?”