They were shut up together a long time, and when Gypsy came out her eyes were red with crying.
All that Mrs.Breynton said does not matter here; but Gypsy is not likely soon to forget it.

A few words spoken, just as the conversation ended, became golden mottoes that helped her over many rough places in her life.
"It is all the old trouble, Gypsy,--you 'didn't think.' A little self-control, a moment's quiet thought, would have saved all this." "Oh, I know it!" sobbed Gypsy.

"That's what always ails me.

I'm always doing things, and always sorry for them.

I mean to do right, and I cannot remember.