d red and yellow, and with glittering pieces of
looking glass on their sides. The prancing horses drawing the wagons had
bells around their necks and a merry, tinkling jingle sounded, making
music wherever the horses went.

Bert and Nan gave one look at the wagons, and then they both laughed.
Flossie and Freddie glanced up in surprise at their older brother and
sister.

"Look what they thought was a circus!" chuckled Bert.

"Isn't it?" asked Flossie. "Isn't that a circus?"

"No, dear," answered Nan. "Don't laugh so much," she said to Bert, as
she saw that the two small twins felt hurt. "They do look something like
circus wagons."

"They _are_ circus wagons!" declared Freddie. "And pretty soon the
elephants will come past. I 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