It was an invitation from her aunt to spend a fortnight in Boston.

It so happened that Gypsy had never been to Boston.

It was a long day's journey from Yorkbury, and Mr.Breynton was not much in favor of expensive travelling for the children while they were very young; arguing that the enjoyment and usefulness would be doubled to them when they were older.

Besides, Gypsy's uncle, though he was her father's brother, had seldom visited Yorkbury.

His business kept him closely at home, and his wife and daughter always went to the seaside in summer; so the two families had seen very little of each other for years.
Mrs.Breynton, however, thought it best Gypsy should make this visit; and Gypsy, who had lived twelve years in a State which contained but one city, considered going to Boston very much as she would have considered going to Paradise.
It took a few days of delightful hurry and bustle to get ready.