The Bobbsey Twins on Blueberry Island | Page 3

like elephants."
"You won't see any elephants to-day," said Bert. "That isn't a circus procession."
"What is it?" Flossie demanded.
"Those are gypsy wagons," explained Nan. "Gypsies, you know, are those queer people, who are dark-skinned. They wear rings in their ears and live in wagons like those. They ride all over the country and tell fortunes. I wanted to have my fortune told by a gypsy once, but mother wouldn't let me," she added.
"It's silly!" declared Bert. "Just as if a gypsy could tell you what's going to happen!"
"Well, Lillie Kent had hers told," went on Nan, "and the gypsy looked at her hand and said she was going to have trouble, and she did."
"What?" asked Flossie eagerly.
"She lost a nickel a week after that--a nickel she was going to buy a lead pencil with."
"Pooh!" laughed Bert, "she'd have lost the nickel anyhow. But say, there are lots of gypsies in this band! I've counted five wagons so far."
"Maybe they're going to have a circus," insisted Freddie, who did not like to give up the idea of seeing a show.
"Course they're going to have a circus," said Flossie. "Look at all the horses," for behind the last two wagons were trotting a number of horses, being led along by men seated in the ends of the bright-colored wagons. The men had straps which were fastened to the heads of the animals.
"No; gypsies don't give shows. They buy and sell horses," said Bert. "I've seen 'em here in Lakeport before, but not so many as this. I guess they're going to make a camp somewhere on Lake Metoka."
"Maybe we'll see 'em when we go camping," said Freddie.
"It isn't yet sure that we're going," returned Nan. "But, come on. There are no more gypsy wagons to see, and we must get home."
Flossie and Freddie, somewhat disappointed that, after all, it was not a circus procession they had seen, started off again. They wished they could have seen more of the gypsies, but the gay wagons rumbled on out of sight, though this was not the last the Bobbsey twins were to see of them. In fact, they were to meet the gypsies again, and to have quite an adventure with them before the summer was over.
"Well, we had a good time, anyhow," said Freddie to Flossie. "And we almost saw a circus, didn't we?"
"Yep," answered his sister. "I'm going to be a gypsy when I grow up."
"Why?" asked Freddie.
"'Cause they've got so many looking glasses on their wagons."
"I'm going to be a gypsy, too," decided Freddie, after thinking it over a bit. "'Cause they've got so many horses. I'm going to ride horseback, and you can ride in one of the wagons, Flossie."
"No. I'm going to ride horseback, too," declared the little girl. "I'm going to have a spangly thing in my hair and wear a dress all glittery and stand on the horse's back and ride----"
"Gypsies don't do that," protested Bert. "It's the people in circuses that ride standing up."
"Gypsies do too," declared Freddie, not knowing a thing about it but feeling he must back up anything Flossie said.
"No, they don't, either."
"Well, maybe they have gypsies in a circus. They have Indians, you know."
"I don't believe they do," put in Nan. "Gypsies wouldn't like to be in a tent and work every afternoon and every evening. They want to live in their wagons and be more out of doors."
"Well, maybe we'll be gypsies and maybe we'll be in a circus," said Freddie. "We'll see, won't we, Flossie?"
"Yep."
By this time the Bobbsey twins had reached their house, or rather, they had turned the corner of the street leading out from the lake, and were in sight of their home. What they saw caused Bert, Nan, Flossie and Freddie to set out on a run. In front of their house was a crowd of people. There were men, women and children, and among them the twins could see their mother, fat Dinah, the cook, and Sam Johnson, her husband, who attended to the Bobbsey furnace in winter and the lawn in summer.
"What's the matter?" asked Nan.
"Something has happened!" cried Bert.
"The house is on fire!" shouted Freddie. "I must get my fire engine that squirts real water!" and he raced on ahead.
"Wait a minute!" called Bert.
The Bobbsey twins saw their mother coming quickly toward them. She held out her arms and cried:
"Oh, I'm so glad you're safe!"
"Why, what's the matter?" asked Flossie.
"I can't just say," answered her mother; "but Helen Porter can't be found. Her mother has looked everywhere for her, but can't find her."
"She's been carried off by the gypsies!" exclaimed John Marsh, an excited boy about Bert's age. "The gypsies took her! I saw 'em!"
"You did?" asked Bert.
"Sure I did! A man! Dark, with a red sash on, and gold rings in his ears!