Moreover, it was an "upper drawer," and where is the girl that does not know what a delicate science is involved in the rearranging of these upper drawers?
So many laces, and half-worn collars that don't belong there, are always getting in; loose coppers have such a way of accumulating in the crevices; all your wandering pins and hair-pins make it a rendezvous by a species of free-masonry utterly inexplicable; then your little boxes fit in so tightly, and never have room to open, and are always getting their covers caught when you shut the drawer, and, when you try to keep them down, you pinch your fingers so.
Please to imagine, O orderly readers! who keep every pin in its proper place, the worst looking upper drawer that your horrified eyes ever beheld, and you will have some idea of this drawer of Gypsy's.
There were boxes large, and boxes small, boxes round, square, and oblong; boxes with covers (only two), and boxes without; handkerchiefs, under-sleeves, collars,--both clean and soiled,--laces and ribbons, and bows and nets; purses and old gloves, a piece of soap, a pile of letters, scratched and scattering jewelry, a piece of dried cake, several fans all covered with dust, and nobody knew what not, in the lower strata, out of sight.
Gypsy sat and looked at it for about two minutes in utter despair.

Then she just turned the whole thing bottom upwards in a great heap on the floor, and began to investigate matters, with her cheeks very red.
Presently, the family down stairs heard a little scream.

Winnie stamped up to see what was the matter.
"Why, I've found my grammar!" said Gypsy.

"It's the one in marble covers I lost ever--ever so long ago, and had to get a new one.

It was right down at the bottom of the drawer!" Pretty soon there was another little scream, and Gypsy called down the chimney: "Tom Breynton! What do you think?
I've found that dollar bill of yours you thought I'd burnt up." After awhile there came still another scream, a pretty loud one this time.
Mrs.Breynton came up to see what had happened.
"I've cut my hand," said Gypsy, faintly; "there was a great heap of broken glass in my drawer!" "_Broken glass!_" "Yes, I'm sure I don't know how it came there; I guess I was going to frame a picture." Mrs.Breynton bound up her finger, and went down again.