Nothing had yet been said about the image in Gypsy's room, and both were determined not to be the first to speak of it.

Gypsy could have patience enough where a joke was in question, and as is very apt to be the case, the boy found himself outwitted.

For not a word said Gypsy of the matter, and half an hour passed and the supper-bell rang.
"There!" said Gypsy, jumping up, "I do declare if it isn't supper, and I've got these burs to get off and my dress to mend and my shoes and stockings to change, and--Oh, dear! I wish people didn't ever have to do things, anyway!" With this very wise remark, she walked back across the ridge-pole and climbed in the window.

There was nothing for Tom to do but follow; which he did slowly and reluctantly.

Something would have to be said now, at any rate.