Don't try to talk," said Tom, in a quick, business-like tone.

But Tom was curiously pale.
"Why, there's no harm done, Tom, dear," said Gypsy, looking up into his face.
"I can't talk about it, Gypsy--I _can't_, I thought, I----" Tom looked the other way to see the view, and did not finish his sentence.
"You don't suppose she's going to be a somnambulist ?" asked Mr.Breynton.
This was the first time he had remembered to be worried over any of Gypsy's peculiarities all day.

He had spent so much time in looking at her, and kissing her, and wiping his spectacles.
"No, indeed," said her mother; "it was nothing in the world but popped-corn.

The child will never have another such turn, I'll venture." And she never did.
It is needless to say that nobody scolded Gypsy for forgetting to lock the boat.

She was likely enough to remember the incident.