"
"Oh, I don't mean any harm, Bessie, and you know it, and when people
really like you they don't get angry unless they think you're really
trying to be mean. I say, Bessie, if you won't go over to the hotel,
will you walk just a little way over to the other side, and see what
that funny looking place is where those big wagons are all spread out?"
Bessie followed Dolly's pointing finger, and saw, on the side of Loon
Pond opposite the hotel, several wagons, among which smoke was rising.
"It looks like a circus," said Dolly.
"It isn't, though. I know what they are," said Bessie, promptly. "It's a
gypsy encampment. Do you mean you've never seen one, Dolly?"
"No; and oh dear, Bessie, I've always wanted to. Surely we could go a
little nearer, couldn't we? As long as we're here?"
Bessie thought it over for a moment, and, as a matter of fact, really
could see no harm in spending ten minutes or so in walking over toward
the gypsy camp. She herself had seen a few gypsies near Hedgeville in
her time, but in that part of the country those strange wanderers were
not popular.
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