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372 “Oh, look, Julia, look! is n’t that my gypsy? You saw her the day of the wedding,” and Brenda grasped  her cousin’s arm excitedly.

Glancing where Brenda pointed, Julia saw, only a few feet away, the gypsy whom Mr. Barlow had sent from the  house. She was gazing at them rather sullenly, and Julia did not like her expression.

“There!” exclaimed Arthur; “before Mr. Elston returns from his last look at the prize cattle, we ’ll just have time to have our fortunes told.”

“Oh, no,” said Julia; “I wouldn’t.”

But the young man was headstrong. “I’m going,” he said, and before they could stop him, he had reached the  woman.

“Really, I believe he’s having his fortune told,” said Brenda. “I did n’t suppose he’d be so silly,” forgetting that it was n’t so very long a time since she had been  equally foolish.

Presently the young man came back, laughing.

“There, I ’ve had my fortune told; and what do you suppose she said?”

“People do not usually tell what the gypsy prophesies,” said Amy, demurely.

“Oh, I don’t care,” retorted Arthur. “But which of you girls has the gypsy a grudge against?”

“Why?”

“Oh, she told me to beware of a dark-haired young lady who was likely to do me much harm.”

“Brenda’s hair is the darkest,” remarked Julia.