“Let’s drive over to-morrow,” suggested Bess.
“I’d like nothing better,” agreed her sister.
“Let’s give Joel a pleasure and take him along,” put in Walter with a wicked grin.
“It would make him froth at the mouth just to look at them,” laughed Jack. “I guess in the interest of the public peace we’d better keep Joel as far away from them as possible.”
“I’m just going to make that girl talk!” declared Cora emphatically.
“Not a very hard thing as a rule,” chaffed Walter. “The difficulty is usually to keep the girls from talking. But these gypsies are a canny lot. For some reason or other they’re suspicious of us, and they’ll keep their eyes on us as long as we’re in camp.”
“Let’s go in disguise,” laughed Paul. “I’ll make up as a clown.”
“That wouldn’t be any disguise,” jabbed Bess.
“That ought to hold you for a while, old man,” laughed Jack. “But let’s go in to supper. I’m ravenous. We’ll have plenty of time to think of the gypsies later on.”
The next day was bright and clear, and shortly after lunch the cars were brought out and the party of young people started for Wilton.