"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; and once I sat in a hen's nest and broke the eggs."
"That isn't a fortune," said Bunny. "That's
