who came
up, smoking a pipe.

"We are Gypsies, too," said Sue bravely. Perhaps she thought if she said
that she would not be taken away. Or maybe she thought that would be the
best way of finding the lost horses.

"You are Gypsies!" exclaimed the woman, smiling. Bunny thought it was
queer she could speak just as he did. But most Gypsies, in this country,
can talk our talk.

"We're going to grandpa's in a big automobile," said Bunny, to explain
what Sue meant, "and it's got beds in, and a table and a stove, just
like your wagons," and he waved his hand toward the queer carts in which
the Gypsies traveled from camp to camp.

"You are funny little Gypsies," laughed the woman. "But what is this
about grandpa's horses?"

"Maybe their grandfather has horses to sell--or trade," suggested the
Gypsy man. "Where does he live, little chap?"

"Oh, a good way off," answered Bunny, hardly at all afraid now. "But he
hasn't any horses, 'cause he let some Gypsies take his horses to pull
their wagons, and they didn't bring 'em back. So my grandpa has no
horses, but I thought maybe you had 'em."

Some other Gypsies, who had gathered around to hear what was being said,
laughed at this. Then the man spoke.

"We have some horses," he said, "but they are not your grandfather's,
little chap. But I think you had better run home, or run back to where
ever your automobile is. Your mother may be looking for you."

Bunny and Sue had not thought of that.

"I--I guess we had better go home," said Sue.

"Yes," agreed Bunny. "If grandpa's horses aren't here we had better go
back."

"Do you know the way?" asked the Gypsy woman. "If you are afraid I will
go with you, if you tell me where your automobile is."

"I--I guess we can find it--thank you," said Bunny. He was not sure that
he could, for it was almost dark now, and the Gypsy fire looked bright
and cheerful. But Bunny did not want to walk along through the woods
with the Gypsy woman. She might, after all, take him and his sister.

"Come on, Sue," said Bunny to the little girl, and they turned back on
the path by which they had come.

"Good-bye!" called the Gypsy woman after them. "Come again and see us,
and I will tell your fortunes."

"All right," answered Bunny, waving his hand.

"What's a fortune?" asked Sue, when they had walked on a little way.

"It means what's going to happen to you."

"Well, lots happened to us, Bunny. I slid down the clay-bank hill and so
did you;