Still _stranger_ things have happened."
"I don't agree with you," said Amy, and they wisely forbore to pursue
the subject.
"Oh, but didn't that fish taste good last night?" said Mollie, coming
down to every-day matters. "I never ate anything like it in all my
life."
"That's because we caught it ourselves," said Grace, unconsciously
voicing a common trait in human nature.
"Let's take fish out of the conversation for a little while," Betty
suggested, "and talk about something romantic."
"For instance?" Grace inquired, with uplifted eyebrows.
"The gypsies," Betty answered. "Ever since the other night I've been
wondering if there was anything in what that old store-keeper said."
"I hope not," said Amy, with a shudder. "I am more afraid of them than
anything else in the world, I think."
"I don't see why," Mollie reflected. "Probably they are a great deal
more afraid of us."
"Well, all gypsies are akin, they say; so maybe we could find out
something about Mr. Ford's Beauty and about Mrs. Billette's silver,"
returned Betty.
"Oh, don't talk about that," cried Mollie.
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