“Mystery!” she whispered to herself. “That magic word, mystery!”
“The tea is served,” said a pleasant voice. “Do you take one lump, two, or none at all?”
“N-none at all,” Florence replied, bringing herself back to the present moment with a start.
CHAPTER III
A GYPSY SECRET
Hot tea and a blazing fire took the blue from Jeanne’s lips and restored the natural faint flush to her fair cheeks.
“You say your boat was overturned?” Their hostess abruptly broke the silence that had fallen upon them.
“Yes.”
“A rowboat?”
“Yes.”
“Was it broken?”