She was very humble and obedient and careful as long as they stayed upon the mountain.

Those few moments, when she clung sobbing to Tom's neck, were a lesson to her.

She will not forget them as long as she lives.
At the end of the fourth day, just at supper time, a dark cloud sailed over the sky, and a faint wind blew from the east.
"I wonder if it's going to rain," said Mr.Hallam.They all looked up.
Gypsy said nothing; in her secret heart, she hoped it would.
"What about sending the girls to Mrs.Fisher's ?" asked Tom, when they were washing the dishes.
"Oh, no, no, it won't rain, I know--let us stay, Mr.Hallam, please.

Why, I should feel like a deserter if I went off!" pleaded Gypsy.
The dark cloud seemed to have passed away, and the wind was still.

After thinking a while, Mr.Hallam decided to let them stay.
In the middle of the night, Gypsy was awakened by a great noise.