“Cora’s trying to think!” exclaimed her irrepressible brother. “Heaven be praised that I have lived to see this day!”
Cora gave him a scornful glance, and Jack sagged down at the knees, pretending to wilt.
“Just how did that girl strike you?” asked Cora thoughtfully.
“A peach,” replied Jack promptly.
“A pippin—I mean, she was very good looking,” added Walter.
“I’m asking the girls,” said Cora witheringly.
“She didn’t seem to me like a gypsy at all,” answered Bess. “And yet I suppose of course she must be, since she’s here with them.”
“Did you notice the way she spoke when she was off her guard for a moment?” asked Belle. “She said that she had ‘an attack of dizziness.’ Later on, she was a ‘leetle deezy.’”
“Her eyes were blue,” remarked Cora musingly, “and that is something unusual in a gypsy.”
“But her complexion was as dark as any of the others,” objected Bess.