Chapter 11

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​⁠There were no further excitements that night. I had breakfast in bed and got up late the next morning. Mrs. Blair hailed me as I came on deck.

“Good-morning, Gipsy girl, sit down here by me. You look as though you hadn’t slept well.”

“Why do you call me that?” I asked, as I sat down obediently.

“Do you mind? It suits you somehow. I’ve called you that in my own mind from the beginning. It’s the gipsy