Gypsy Breynton,--what?
Oh, Esq., M.A., D.D., LL.

D .-- what a creature he is! Gypsy Breynton, R.R._R.

R. ?_ I'm sure I don't know what that means--Tom! Thom--as!" Just then she caught sight of him out on the ridge-pole, whittling away as coolly as if he had sat there all his life.
"Good afternoon," said Gypsy, politely.
"Good afternoon," said Tom.
"Been whittling out there ever since dinner, I suppose ?" "Certainly." "I thought so.

Come here a minute." "Come out here," said Tom.

Gypsy climbed out of the window without the slightest hesitation, and walked along the ridge-pole with the ease and fearlessness of a boy.