Gypsy Breynton

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ess, and a merry face peeping down through the dainty pink blossoms that blushed all over the tree. It looked so pretty, framed in by the bright color and glistening sunlight, and it seemed to fit in so exact

le-tree! Laws a massy! I pity your ma-what a sig

ie, admiringly, looking up with his

ll," sai

ing bough, and crawled hal

you come?"

n here. You can see the grass, and things

few spasmodic stitches on a long, white seam; "I'm

said Winnie, folding his arms composedly, as if he

handful of pink and white blossoms

u're so exactly in the right place to be hit. I don't

hy, I never saw her. Wo

n, will you ple

what would he do?" remarked Winnie, inclining to metaphysics, as was Winnie's cus

e inside of me and made steam, c

, when a cat ea

s aiming at, just there,

e drawed a train

nnie Br

ad with decidedly more emphasis than the handful of blossoms, and Winnie slid to the ground, and remarked, with dignity, that he wa

a-closet she let you have. She's in a great hurry. That's wh

! and you've been sit

Winnie, severely; "mother hadn'

uess in my slippers," said

ipp

n my slipper, because I should feel it, and remember it. Then

irtuous air. It was noticeable that he took g

little meditations about the china-closet key; which, being of a pr

ut of the professions, and the tastes of a scholar drove him away from out-door life; he had compromised the matter by that book-store down opposite the post-office. The literature of a Vermont town is not of the most world-stirring nature, and it did occur to him, o

ding walks, evergreens, fruit-trees and flower-beds; not in stiff patterns, but with a delightful studied negligence, such as that with which an artist would group the figures on a landscape. Rocks and vines and wild flowers were scattered over the garden very much as they would be found in the fields; stately roses and dahlias, de

oreover, there was a statue. This statue was Gypsy's pride and delight. It was Aladdin's Palace, the Tuilleries, Versailles, and the Alhambra, all in one. The only fault to be found with it was that it was not marble. It was a species of weather-proof composition,

ttle wonder Gypsy's work kept dropping into her lap,

the placket to the hem, is not a very attractive sight, if you have

ts at "run-and-back stitching." Winnie was hardly in the ho

face appeared under the apple-bough

d Sarah, reddening;

e out here on purpose to get it done, so I could come over to your house

at down beside her upon

rd," said Gypsy, with an industr

"What do you have to sew

reat deal easier, because then you have all the afternoon to yourself, only I never seem

ote mine y

ille said I musn't put it off anothe

y mending for

h my mother would. She says

such a great place

run, and down I went,-and here's the skirt. I was running after the cat. I'd put her under my best hat, and she was spinning dow

you that are talking. You haven't sew

le began to fly savagely.

sy, breaking it, "I

ther and Melancthon, and Gypsy's wearing a wig an

I'm improving. She says my room used to look like a perfect Babel, and now I keep the wardrobe door shut, and dust it out-sometimes. Then there's my mending. I came out he

nd get through, so we can go down to the swamp and

d have to rip it all out. I'm going to

he end, stopped talking; so the fearful seam was soon neatly finished, the work fol

served Gypsy, by way of comment. "I'm going t

s go," sa

. I'm going to jump off-it's real fun. You

e tree, carrying a show

for the statue

, hit the water-nymph heavily, and it fell with a crash

ad not a capacity for making comforting remark

, whose pretty, upraised hands were snapped at the wrist, an

aw it fall, and they'll never think you did it. Y

hed to her

y such a thing? I wouldn't tell

h, looking ashamed and provoked.

f anybody knew,-I wouldn't be so mean, even if I knew h

Gypsy's sense of honor had received too great a shock for her to take pleasure just then in Sarah's company, and Sa

; but Gypsy ran nearly all the way. She was too much troubled about the accident to think of anything

g, and pretty. To Mr. Simms, who had no children of his own, and only a deaf wife and a lame dog at home for company, Gypsy

'm surprised to see you such a warm day-very much sur

psy; "where's fa

w, talking with the foreman. Can I ca

, confidentially, "I've don

e," said Mr. Simms, taking his spectacles

psy; "I've broken

Simms, looking relieved;

mped

ed on

don't know what

roudly. "I'm sure I'm glad that's all. Don't you fret, my dear. Your f

ruption to conversation, and by no means as entitled to any attention; "he will be very

stairway that led to the printing-rooms. It seemed to Gypsy, waiting there so impatiently, as if her father would never come down. But

-I mean nothing of that sort. It's only

an lock up when you go home to supper. I hope you haven't been giving your mother any trouble, or thrown your ball

psy, faintly; "it'

aved a sigh, bu

rry, but I didn't suppose there was any harm in jumping off an apple-tree, and the water-nymph went over and perhaps if you sent me to school

mph!" echoed

; "right over, head-first-in

y! that i

ing so exactly like me? The worst of it is, being sorry doesn't help the matter. I wish I could bu

d and puzzled. "I'm sorry the nymph is gone; but somehow you do seem to

ing anything wrong in going out alone into an apple-tree, and springing from a low bough, upon the soft grass. Very likely, when she was a grown-up young lady, with long dresses and hair done up behind, she shouldn't care anything about climbing trees. But

been struggling with a sense of disappointment at the destruction

your mother knows best. I am glad you came and told me, anyway-ve

ell lies," said Gypsy

the reasons why people had such a hab