"Do you see that fellow, Eve?" she demanded, whispering into the bigger girl's ear.

"What fellow?"

"There! he's gone," said Bobby, with a sigh. "I feared he was following us."

"Whom do you mean?" queried Eve, rather surprised by her manner.

"Jim Varey, the Gypsy."

"Why! is he about?" asked Eve. "You mean the husband of Queen Grace?

Well, he's a bad egg, he is! I hope he won't dog us to the house, for he might learn then where that poor girl is hiding."

When they were in the car Bobby stuck her head out of the window to look along the platform. She did not see Jim Varey in the crowd; but she might better have kept in her head--for he saw her.

CHAPTER XIII--WHAT MARGIT SAID

The two girls settled back into their seats, each having one to herself, for the car was not filled. Bobby was soon laughing and joking in her usual way.

"If I ride backward like this, will I get to the same place you do, Eve?" she asked.

"What a ridiculous question!" exclaimed Eve.

"I don't know. One of the 'squabs' was going around yesterday asking everybody a much more foolish one."

"What was that?"

"Why, what was the largest island in the world before Australia was discovered?" queried Bobby, giggling.

"Why--why--Newfoundland, perhaps?"

"Nope."

"Madagascar?"

"No," said Bobby, shaking her head.

"England and Scotland together?"

"Huh! You couldn't divide them very well," jeered Bobby. "But that's not the answer."

"What _was_ the biggest island, then? I give, it up," said Eve.

"Why, Australia, of course," chuckled Bobby. "It was there all the time, even if it wasn't discovered. Don't you see?"

And so she pa.s.sed the time without betraying the fact that she had a very serious reason for wishing to see and talk with Margit Salgo.

When the girls left the train they had no idea that Jim Varey got out of the smoking car on the wrong side from the station and hid in the bushes. When the girls started across the fields toward the Sitz place, the Gypsy dogged them.

In half an hour Eve and her guest reached the house, never suspecting that they had been the subject of attention.

Bobby was welcome at the farmhouse. She had been there several times before and from Farmer Sitz down they enjoyed the whimsical, irrepressible girl. The expectation that she would be "good fun" put Bobby on her mettle, despite the fact that, secretly, she did not feel cheerful.

Margit Salgo was better and seemed content enough to occupy the comfortable bed in the room next Eve's own. She knew Bobby immediately, and looked a bit disturbed. But Bobby gave her to understand that she had told n.o.body about what the Gypsy girl had said the day they were caught together in the rain.

"But to-night, when the other folks are abed, I want you to tell Eve and me what you care to about yourself, Margit," said Bobby, when the others were out of the room. "Perhaps we can help you. All we girls are interested in you, for, you see, at least seven of us saw you that day when you ran away from your friends."

"No friends of mine! no friends of mine!" gasped the girl, half in fear.

"All right. You tell us all about it this evening," whispered Bobby and then whisked out to help Eve with her duties.

Not that she was of much help when she followed Eve out to the clean and modern barn where Eve had her own six cows to milk, while Otto or the hired man milked the rest of the herd. But she _was_ amusing.

"Goodness me!" was Bobby's first comment, when she came into the shed and saw the row of mild-eyed cattle standing in their stalls. "What a lot of cows--and every one of them chewing gum! Can you beat it?"

"What do you suppose Miss Carrington would say to a row of girls who chewed their cud as seriously as these bossies?" laughed Eve.

Bobby arched her brows, screwed up her mouth, and replied, in a stilted manner:

"'Young ladies! I _am_ surprised. Do my eyes deceive me? Do you consider it polite to wag your jaws like that in public? Fie, for shame!' And much more to the same purpose," added Bobby, laughing. "Oh, Gee Gee and her lessons in politeness make me tired. She's so polite herself that she'd even return a telephone call! Hullo! what's this?"

"A bridle," said Eve, as Bobby took it down from its hook.

"Oh! Sure! You see, I'm a regular green-horn when it comes to country things. Of course, that's the bit. But say! _how_ do you ever get it into the horse's mouth? _I'd_ have to wait for him to yawn, I expect,"

and she laughed.

She was great fun at supper, too, to the delight of the family. Otto, with his queer notions of the English language, made Bobby very gay; and the young man complained of his difficulties with the English language just for the sake of encouraging Bobby to correct his speech. Finally she made up one of her little doggerel verses for him, to Otto's great delight:

"Otto saw a sausage in a pan, He smelled a smelt a-frying; He saw the sheep that had been dyed Look not the least like dying.

"He saw a hen sit on an egg, Although she had been set; Heard Eve complain of being dry Though plainly she was wet.

"He looked upon the window pane, Quite sure no pain it had; Then sighed, and shook his head, and said: 'Dot English, she iss pad!'"

Good Mrs. Sitz had not allowed Margit to get out of bed, but Eve and Bobby took supper in to the Gypsy girl on a tray. She protested that she was not an invalid, and after Otto and the old folks had gone to bed, Margit, well wrapped in shawls and a comforter, came out to sit in a big chair before Eve's fire.

"I am not like you girls," she said, wistfully. "You go to school and learn things out of books, eh? Well, I never went to school. And then, this big America is so different from my country. You do not understand."

"I guess I can understand something of what you mean," observed Eve, soberly. "You see, _we_ came from Europe, too."

"Not from Hungary--Austria-Hungary?" cried Margit Salgo, with excitement.

"No, no. From Switzerland," replied Eve, smiling. "And I was very small when we came, so I do not remember much about it."

"But I came only last year," explained Margit. "And I was given to the Vareys----"