it stood up on its hind feet and came at me. I neahly
lost my mind, I was so sca'd."

"Oh, yes," cried Joyce. "I saw their pictures, all dressed up like
little knights when they were in the tableaux." She surveyed them with
great interest as the cloud of dust they were raising rapidly drew
nearer.

"Which one was it ran away with you in a hand-car, and nearly let the
locomotive run over you?" asked Betty.

"That was Keith, the youngest one. He is on the black hawse."

"And which one gave you the silver arrow?" asked Eugenia.

"Malcolm," answered the Little Colonel, putting up her hand to feel the
little pin that fastened her sailor collar.

"Oh, she's got it on now!" exclaimed Eugenia, turning to laugh over her
shoulder at the other girls. "See how red her face is. I believe he is
her sweet-heart."

"It's no such a thing!" cried the Little Colonel, angrily. "Eugenia
Forbes, you are the biggest goose I evah saw! Mothah says it's silly for
children to talk about havin' sweethea'ts. We are just good friends."

"It isn't silly!" insisted Eugenia. "I have two sweethearts who send me
flowers and candy, and write me notes, and they are just as jealous of
each other as they can be."

"Then I'd be ashamed to brag of it," cried the Little Colonel, angry
that her mother's opinion had been so flatly contradicted. But there was
no time for a quarrel. The boys had come up with them, and Lloyd had to
make the necessary introductions. Eugenia thought she had never seen two
handsomer boys, or any one with more courtly manners, and as Malcolm
rode along beside her, she wished that Mollie and Fay and Kell could see
her knightly escort.

Joyce and Keith followed, and Betty and Rob brought up the rear. The
Little Colonel led the way. At the station she turned, saying, "Which
way do you all want to go?"

"Have you ever been down by the gypsy camp?" asked Malcolm. "We boys
passed that way a little while ago, and they were playing on banjos and
dancing, and having a fine old time. It's quite a sight."

"Oh, yes, let's go!" cried Eugenia. "I'm wild to see it and have my
fortune told. Joyce and I were talking about it a little while before we
started. You want to go, don't you, Joyce?" she called back over her
shoulder.

"What's that?" she answered. "To the gypsy camp? Of course. I thought
that that was where we had decided to go when we started."

She had been in the house when Mrs. Sherman had discussed the matter
with Eugen