"One would never know we were towing a car," intervened Hazel. "We sail along so beautifully."
"But you babies have been awake all night," said Mr. Rand suddenly. "Now, couldn't you just tuck in somehow and sleep a wink or two? You won't get a chance when you see Betty. She's a regular phonograph—friendship's her key."
"I am sleepy," confessed Cora.
"I'm tired," admitted Belle.
"And I'm dead," declared Hazel.
"Then it's settled. You are each to go to sleep instantly, and if those fellows blow that horn again, I won't let them in to Betty's party," and Mr. Rand, in his wonderful, fatherly way, seemed to tuck each girl into a perfectly comfortable bed. "Now sleep! No more——"
"Gypsies!" groaned Cora, but although he said not a word in reply, he knew perfectly well just what she meant.
CHAPTER XV
THE GYPSY'S WARNING
It was at Betty's party. And as Mr. Rand had told our friends, Betty was a wonderful girl—for being happy and making others happy.