When Joy was through playing, she proposed a game of solitaire.

Gypsy would much rather have examined the beautiful and costly ornaments with which the rooms were filled, but she was a little too polite and a little too proud to do so, unasked.
"What do you play most ?" she asked, as they began to move the figures on the solitaire board.
"Oh," said Joy, "I practise three hours, and that takes all the time when I'm in school.

In vacations, I don't know,--I like to walk in Commonwealth Avenue pretty well; then mother has a good deal of company, and I always come down." "Only go to walk, and sit still in the parlor!" exclaimed Gypsy; "dear me!" "Why, what do you do ?" "Me?
Oh, I jump on the hay and run down hills and poke about in the swamp." _"What ?"_ "Push myself round on a raft in the orchard-swamp; it's real fun." "Why, I never heard of such a thing!" said Joy, looking shocked.
"Well, it's splendid; you ought to come up to Yorkbury, and go out with me.

Tom would make you a raft." "What _do_ the people say ?" said Joy, looking at her mother.
"Oh, there aren't any people there to see.

If there were, they wouldn't say anything.