Gypsy's Cousin Joy

silver, and delicate china painted with a primrose and an ivy-leaf-the best china, and very extravagant i

ely sugared apples were floating in their amber juices in the round glass preserve-dish, the smoked halibut was done to the most delightful brown crispness, the puffy, golden drop-cakes

nd the door every two minutes and dressed in their very "Sunday-go-to-meeting best;" for father and mother were coming. Tom had laughed well at this plan of dressing up-Gypsy's notion, of course, and ridiculous enough, said Tom; fit for babies like Winnie, and girls. (I wish I could give you in print the peculiar emphasis

at the window, and the gay dresses. Any father and mother might have been glad to call it

was-in her eyes; but according to Gypsy's view of matters, it must express itself in some sort of celebration. Whether her mother wouldn't have been quite as well pleased if her delicate, expensive porcelain had been kept safely in the closet; whether, indeed, it was exactly right for her to take it out without leave, Gyp

spirits, he was trying very hard to stand on his head, and making a most remarkable failure-"they're co

as Winnie himself, and flying past him down to the g

f mother in out of the cold; such a pulling of father's whiskers, such peeping into mysterious bundles, and pulling off of wrappers, and hurrying Patty w

bserved Winnie, the fir

ome letters for

ew beau," inte

undiscouraged; "she rolled under the s

and it was the first time

o the hogshead," continued W

own to supper, talking the while about him. Winnie subsided in great d

as Mrs. Breynton's smiles were always pleasant, this was saying a great deal. "And the Sunday thin

act, like a little sun dropped down

ove would have said they were sorry she had taken it out. Mrs. Breynton would rather have had her hands

one at supper, and they lingered long at the t

e resurrection day for al

surrect

everybody was dead and buried, all that morni

father were casting accounts by the fire, "I want to see you a few minutes." Gypsy, wondering, f

u, Gypsy, about something that

he time she got so provoked at Patty for having dinner late, or scolded Winnie for trying to paint with the starch (and if ever any child deserved

cousin, Joy," said her mothe

said Gypsy, lookin

child," said Mrs.

me of her? Who's goin

at I came in her

I have to do with it!"

out by your aunt's sickness, the care and anxiety and trouble. His business also requires some member of the f

nt Joy to come here." Gypsy spoke in a slow, uncomfortable way

rs. Breynton,

ce fell. "Well?"

ow next week. The question of Joy's coming here will affect you more than any member of the fami

l mothers would not have been so

e any arrangement in which you cannot be happy; b

Joy," said G

d, as you have been taught and helped. Your uncle and aunt felt differently about these things; but it is no matter about that now-you will understand it better when you are older. It is enough for you to know that Joy has great

onest Gypsy. "She used to scold her, Joy told me so

the mother Joy had, and if you had seen what I saw a night or

it?" ask

went in softly, to do one or two little thin

as crouched beside it on the bed. It was Joy. She was sobbing as if her heart would break, and such sobs-it would have made you cry to hear

way. She nodded, but did not speak,

she. 'All the other girls have got mothers, and now I won't ever have any, any more. I did used t

and winking very fast, "isn't there a train up from Bost

eynton

may come

ypsy, with an emphasis. "I'll wr

u are quite sure? I don't want you to de

front room, of cour

amily and only one servant, I could hardly keep up the

or a year!

he room two or three times, her merr

I'll stick to it, and I'll try to

here,

y kisses-that her mother gave her when she hadn't just the words to say how pleased she

oon Gypsy wrote

ar

over by Mr. Jonathan Jones's. I tell you it's splendid climbing up. If you're very careful, you needn

a nice time. I can't thin

fectiona

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