"Well, good-bye!" said the gypsy, and with another touch of his cap, like a soldier saluting, he turned back to his red-and-yellow wagon, and drove off.
"Wasn't he nice?" asked Bunny. "I'd like to be a gypsy and live in a wagon like that."
"He wasn't nice to want our pony," declared Sue.
"It was funny to see a man with rings in his ears," remarked Sadie. "I thought only ladies wore them."
"Gypsies are different," said Bunny. "Anyhow, he can't have our Toby."
"Never!" cried Sue.
They watched the gypsy wagon driving down the street. Mrs. Brown saw the children in the front yard with Toby, and she came to the door of the house.
"Haven't I told you children," she began, "that you mustn't bring Toby around here? He might trample on my flower beds."
"We didn't bring him, Mother," said Bunny. "We ran out to look at the gypsy wagon, and Toby came out himself."