It was pretty, and she knew it; it just matched her casaque, and her mother had thought it all the more lady-like for its simplicity.

Nevertheless, it was not going to be very pleasant to have her cousin Joy ashamed of her.
"Oh, oh, how short they wear dresses in Yorkbury!" remarked Joy, as Gypsy walked across the room.

"Mine are nearly to the tops of my boots, now I'm thirteen years old." "Are they ?--where did I put my bag ?" said Gypsy, carelessly.

Joy looked a little piqued that she did not seem more impressed.
"There's dinner," she said, after a silence, in which she had been secretly inspecting and commenting upon every article of Gypsy's attire.
"Come, let's go down.

Mother scolds if we're late." "Scolds!" said Gypsy.