"The 'Gypsy's Warning'!" repeated Betty.
"It's a very old song," explained Cora, "but we had to revive something, so we revived——"
"The gyp," finished Ed, getting up and fetching Cora's guitar from the tete in the corner. "Do sing it, Cora. This is such a gypsy land out here."
"Are there?" asked Bess, in sudden alarm.
"There are," said Ed mockingly. "There are gypsy land out here!"
"Oh, you know perfectly well what I meant," and Bess pursed her lips prettily.
"Course I do; if I didn't—land help me—I would need a map and a horoscope in my pocket every single minute."
"Come on, Cora, sing," pleaded Hazel. "Let them hear about our
Warning."
"I'm afraid it's too late," objected Cora with a sly look at Betty and
Walter. "We should have sent the warning on ahead of us."
She stood up to take the instrument from Ed's hands. She was near the
French window again.