But I guess not about the gypsies as they are now, but more as
they used to be. We're getting close, now. See all the babies! Aren't
they cute and brown?"
Two or three parties, evidently from the hotel, were looking about the
camp, but they paid little attention to the two Camp Fire Girls,
evidently recognizing that they did not come from the hotel. The
gypsies, however, always on the alert when they see a chance to make
money by selling their wares or by telling fortunes, flocked about
them, particularly the women. Bessie, fair haired and blond, they seemed
disposed to neglect, but Bessie noticed that several of the men looked
admiringly at Dolly, whose dark hair and eyes, though she was, of
course, much fairer than their own women, seemed to appeal to them.
"I'd like to have my fortune told!" Dolly whispered.
"I think we'd better not do that, Dolly, really; and you remember you
said you'd stay just for a minute."
"I don't see what harm it would do," Dolly pouted. But she gave in,
nevertheless. They passed the door of the strangely decorated tent
inside of which the secrets of the future were supposed to be revealed,
and, followed by a curious pack of children, walked on to a wagon where
a pretty girl, who seemed no older than themselves; but was probably,
because the gypsy women grow old so much more quickly than American
girls, actually younger, was sitting.
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