“And even if they have, what could we do about it?” asked Belle. “It’s like the dog running after the train. What would he do with it if he caught it?”
The girls laughed.
“It is a tangle,” admitted Cora. “We couldn’t go to Mr. Morley and tell him that we’d seen a gypsy girl who reminded us of him.”
“He mightn’t take it as a compliment,” suggested Bess.
“Or he might think we’d gone crazy,” said Belle.
“There are probably ten million people in the world that the gypsy girl looks like in one way or another,” said Bess, with difficulty suppressing a yawn. “Let’s go to bed and forget all about it.”
But Cora, as she slipped between the sheets, was far from intending to dismiss the subject in such cavalier fashion.
At breakfast the next morning, Paul proposed that they should visit an old logging camp that Joel had told him was located a few miles away.
“Of course it isn’t in operation now,” he said. “You’d have to visit it in winter to see it running full blast. But it will be interesting to see the bunk-houses and the flumes, and get an idea of the way the work is carried on.”
“We won’t have to do much walking,” said Jack. “Joel says that the road between here and there is a pretty good one for the cars. We can take our lunch along and make an all-day picnic of it.”