"'Cause I saw her light hair. Helen's got fluffy hair like your Flossie's."
"Yes, I know she has," said Mr. Bobbsey. "What did you do when you thought you saw the gypsy man carrying Helen away?" and they all waited anxiously for Johnnie's answer.
"I ran home," said Johnnie. "I didn't want to be carried off in one of those looking-glass wagons."
"Quite right," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Then you really didn't see the gypsy man pick Helen up in his arms?"
"No," slowly answered the little boy, "he only just ran past me. But he must have picked her up in Grace's yard, for that's where Helen was playing."
"Then we'd better go down to where Grace Lavine lives and see what she can tell us," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"You don't need to," put in Bert. "I see Grace out in front now with some other girls. Shall I call her in?"
"Oh, please do!" exclaimed Mrs. Porter. "My poor Helen! Oh, what has happened to her?"
"We'll get your little girl back, even if the gypsies have her," said Mr. Bobbsey. "But I don't believe they have taken her away. Call in Grace, Bert."
Grace was not as excited as Johnnie, and told what she knew.