At this Dorothy ran lightly down the stairs, and with a word to Mrs. White she hurried over to the coach house to make sure that Urania was ready before she should stop for breakfast.
“I haven’t called the poor thing yet,” apologized John’s wife, Mary, as Dorothy entered. “She looked that worried and played out I thought to let her sleep until the last minute. I’ll help her to dress.”
Dorothy entered the little bedroom with the woman.
“She’s gone!” both exclaimed together.
“Ran away!” added Dorothy, as the unruffled bed told the tale.
“And we never heard her move!” declared the woman, in alarm. “How ever did she get out?”
“After all our trouble!” moaned Dorothy. “Well, perhaps it is better to happen now than when she got off there alone. I guess there’s no use trying to make a lady of a gypsy girl,” she finished sadly. “But I did hope Urania would amount to something.”
“As you say, miss, it’s better now,” put in the woman, “and like as not she’s gone back to the camp.”
“Oh, no, I’m positive she did not intend to go back there. She really meant to leave the gypsies, and I suppose she has carried out her plan. You see, she had some money, and she’s not afraid to travel. Well, I must go and tell Aunt Winnie. They will all be so disappointed!”
“I hope they won’t blame me,” said the woman, anxiously. “I didn’t suppose she had to be watched, Miss Dorothy.”