'That's Sinfi's signal,' said Winnie; 'that is the way we used to
call each other when we were children. She used to sing one verse of
a Snowdon song, and I used to answer it with another. Upon my word,
Henry, I had forgotten all about her. What a shame! We have not seen
each other since we parted yesterday at the camp.'
And she sprang up to go.
'No, don't leave me,' I said; 'wait till she comes to us. She's sure
to come quite soon enough. Depend upon it she is eager to see how her
_coup de theatre_ has prospered.'
'I must really go to her,' said Winifred; 'ever since we left
Hurstcote I have fallen in with her wishes in everything.'
'But why?'
'Because I am sure from Mr. D'Arcy's words that she has rendered me
some great service, though what it is I can't guess in the least.'
'But what are really the plans of the day of this important Gypsy?'
'There again I can't guess in the least,' said Winifred. 'Probably
the walk to the top and then down to Llanberis, and then on to
Carnarvon, is really to take place, as originally arranged--only with
the slight addition that _some one_ is to join us! I shall soon be
back, either alone or with Sinfi, and then we shall know.
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