“You boys drive on a little way and wait for us,” she directed. “We’ll be with you in a few minutes.”
The boys looked at each other and laughed, but they obeyed. Then Cora turned to the girl.
“You seem to be in trouble of some kind,” she said gently. “I wonder if we couldn’t help you?”
The gypsy hesitated.
“Don’t be afraid,” urged Cora. “We’re all girls together here, and we’ll do anything we can to help you if you’ll only let us.”
The girl started to speak in her gypsy patter, and here Cora hazarded a bold stroke.
“Don’t talk that way,” she said with a winning smile. “I’m sure you can use as good English as we can if you want to.”
The shot went home, and the girl flushed under the tan that bronzed her cheeks.
“I don’t know why you think that,” she said in a low voice.
“It was from something you said the other day when you were off your guard,” replied Cora. “Of course I don’t want to meddle with your affairs, but I do want that we should be friends. My name is Cora and this is Bess and this Belle. What is your name?”