She was no more than fairly seated before there came from up-stairs, not a scream, but one of the merriest laughs that ever was heard.
"What is to pay, now ?" called Tom, from the entry.
"Oh, dear!" gasped Gypsy; "it's too funny for anything! If here isn't the _carving-knife_ we scolded Patty for losing last winter, and--Oh, Tom, just look here!--my stick of peanut candy, that I thought I'd eaten up, all stuck on to my lace under-sleeves!" It was past Gypsy's bed-time when the upper drawer was fairly in order and put back in its place.

Three others remained to go through the same process, as well as wardrobe shelves innumerable.

Gypsy, with her characteristic impulsiveness, would have sat up till twelve o'clock to complete the work, but her mother said "No" very decidedly, and so it must wait till to-morrow.
Tom came in just as everything was done, and Gypsy had drawn a long breath and stood up to look, with great satisfaction, all around her pleasant, orderly room.
"Well done! I say, Gypsy, what a jewel you are when you're a mind to be." "Of course, I am.

Have you just found it out ?" "Well, you know you're a diamond, decidedly in the rough, as a general thing.

You need cutting down and polishing." "And you to polish me?
Well, I like the looks of this room, anyhow.