"You won't see any elephants to-day," said Bert. "That isn't a circus procession."
"What is it?" Flossie demanded.
"Those are gypsy wagons," explained Nan. "Gypsies, you know, are those queer people, who are dark-skinned. They wear rings in their ears and live in wagons like those. They ride all over the country and tell fortunes. I wanted to have my fortune told by a gypsy once, but mother wouldn't let me," she added.
"It's silly!" declared Bert. "Just as if a gypsy could tell you what's going to happen!"
"Well, Lillie Kent had hers told," went on Nan, "and the gypsy looked at her hand and said she was going to have trouble, and she did."
"What?" asked Flossie eagerly.
"She lost a nickel a week after that—a nickel she was going to buy a lead pencil with."
"Pooh!" laughed Bert, "she'd have lost the nickel anyhow. But say, there are lots of gypsies in this band! I've counted five wagons so far."
"Maybe they're going to have a circus," insisted Freddie, who did not like to give up the idea of seeing a show.
"Course they're going to have a circus," said Flossie. "Look at all the horses," for behind the last two wagons were trotting a number of horses, being led along by men seated in the ends of the bright-colored wagons. The men had straps which were fastened to the heads of the animals.