Both girls
recalled her odd conduct during the storm and what she had said about
the peculiar influence of lightning on her memory.
"Depend on it, Jess," declared Peggy, with conviction, "that child is
no more a gipsy than you or I."
"Do you think she was stolen from somewhere?" asked Jess, readily
guessing the drift of her friend's thoughts.
"I don't know, but I'm sure they had no legal right to her," was the
reply.
"Oh, Peg! Suppose she should turn out to be a missing heiress!" Jess,
who loved a romance, clasped her gauntleted hands.
Peggy laughed.
"Missing heiresses are not so common as you might suppose," she said;
"I never met any one who had encountered any, except in story books."
"Still, it would be great if we had really found a long missing child,
or--or something like that," concluded Jess, rather lamely.
"I can't see how we would be benefiting the child or its parents,
either, since we have no way of knowing who the latter are," rejoined
the practical Peggy, which remark closed the discussion for the time
being.
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