“They call me Nina,” replied the girl, who was visibly melting under the charm of Cora’s personality.
“Now won’t you tell us just what the matter is?” continued Cora. “I can see that you have been crying.”
“I was frightened,” answered the girl.
“Do the gypsies treat you badly?” asked Cora.
“No,” replied Nina. “They’re rough sometimes, but they’re kindly at heart. But there was some one over at the camp to-day that I haven’t seen for a long time, and that I hoped I never would see. I’m afraid of him. He didn’t see me, but I saw him, and I ran away to hide in the woods till he should be gone.”
The girls looked at each other, and the same name came to the minds of all three.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE KNOCKING AT MIDNIGHT
“I think I know his name,” said Cora quietly.
The girl looked at her in surprise.
“How can you know?” she asked.