The Corner House Girls Among the Gypsies

s had set out on their drive with Scalawag a t

ng sweet lives." And this one did seem of great impo

t. They will not

ished, Cecile's declaration that she was not allowed to se

indeed. It is much worse than Cecile though

d Agnes, quite practically. "A broken wri

pose he has seriou

row a hump like poor Fred Littleburg. But I don't believ

ing very serious the matter or they would not keep his own sister from

d had never had occasion to send a telegram be

shed to say in two equal parts! The second half of her message, however, because of the mistake of the filing clerk at t

e misfortune that might have overtaken Luke Shepard. She grew quite as

ght now. Here's the time table. I've looked up the trains. There is one at ten minutes to one-twelve-fifty. I'll call N

. She packed Ruth's bag-and managed to get into it a more sens

eak with anxiety about domestic affairs, including the continued absence of the little girl

g rather wanly at the flyaway sister. "I

ppen anyway, whether you are at home

hen Ruth ran into Aunt Sarah's room to kiss her good-bye. But Aunt Sarah had always lived a life apart from the general existence of the Corner House family and paid little attention to what her nieces did save to cr

young woman, with huge gold rings in her ears, several other pieces of jewelry worn

their palms?" she said suavely. "

ushing by the Gypsy. "We can't st

right on t

he Gypsy girl shrewdly. "I can see that trouble is feared. The dark young lady goes on

ords. But Ruth hurried into the car, Neale reached back and slammed the tonneau door, an

anding at the curb to wave he

e the Gypsy can tell her something tha

ed her gaze from the car and looked doubtfully upon

sent the dark young lady from

sked. Any observant person could have seen as much.

f the two Corner House girls, "not been in such haste, she could have learned someth

Without explaining further the Gypsy girl

urely approach of the telegraph messenger boy with the yellow e

and a few minutes later when the front doorbell rang and she took in the second telegram

spected, lugging his heavy extension-bag, with a more vague idea of his im

opinion unbearable. It might be questioned by stern disciplinarians if Mr. and Mrs. Pinkney had properly pu

ring could not be beaten out of the boy. Merely if he were beaten, when he grew big enough to fend

away when I was fourteen, and stayed away. Sammy has less reason for leaving home than I had, and he'll get over his fooli

ther. She expected the very worst to happen to her son every time he disappeared; and as h

, and almost dropping from exhaustion, Sammy had gone to bed on a pile of stra

h that it was mid-forenoon before he awoke-stiff, sore in muscles, clamorousl

ay. There was a store in sight at the roadside not far ahead. He hid his bag in the bushes and bought cracke

hich he suffered. He was no longer for turning back. The whole world

re for parts unknown, Sammy was trudging along pretty contentedly, the bag awkwardly knoc

nything like that. He suffered preparatory lessons in tho

uirrel and a striped chipmunk. They both chattered at him sauc

ing and cleaning his game and roasting it over the flames for supper. But the squirrel and the chipmunk v

out into a part of the country with which he was not at all familiar. The hous

or up the private lanes. He had bought enough crackers and cheese to make another meal when he shou

e late hay harvest and everybody was at work in the fields-and usu

this road, and of course there was nothing else to harm the boy. His mother, in her anxiety, p

it, and Sammy Pinkney expected to meet any

s our old Sandyface creeping through the grass after a poor little field mouse,