All the delights of the great, wonderful city remained unexplored, and who could tell what undreamed-of joys to-morrow would bring forth?
So Gypsy's smiles came back after their usual punctual fashion, and she fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow, to dream that she was sitting in Tom's lap, reading an Arabic novel aloud to Winnie.
It might have been about half an hour after, that she woke suddenly with a terrible feeling in her lungs and throat, and sat up in bed gasping, to see the door burst open, and her aunt come rushing in.
"Is the house on fire ?" asked Gypsy, sleepily.
"House on fire! It might have been.

It's a wonder you're alive!" "Alive," repeated Gypsy, bewildered.
"Why, child, you blew out the gas!" said her aunt, sharply, throwing open the windows.

"Didn't you know any better than that ?" "I'm so used to blowing out our lamps," said Gypsy, feeling very much frightened and ashamed.
"Country ways!" exclaimed her aunt.

"Well, thank fortune, there's no harm done,--go to sleep, like a good girl." Gypsy did not relish being told to go to sleep like a good girl, when she had done nothing wrong; nor did her aunt's one chilly kiss, at leaving her, serve to make her forget those few sharp words.
The next morning, after breakfast, Joy proposed to go out to walk, and Gypsy ran up to put on her things in great glee.

One little circumstance dashed damply on it, like water on glowing coals.
"How large your casaque is about the neck," said Joy, carelessly.