It would have been far easier for her to have gone to work and done the thing herself, than to see Gypsy's face so clouded and discouraged.

But she knew it would be the ruin of Gypsy.

Her only chance of overcoming her natural thoughtlessness, and acquiring the habits of a lady, lay in the persistent doing over and over again, by her own unaided patience, these very things that came so hard to her.

Gypsy understood this perfectly, and had the good sense to think her mother was just right about it.

It was not want of training, that gave Gypsy her careless fashion of looking after things.