But come he did at last, looking very much surprised to see her, and anxious to know if the house were on fire, or if Winnie were drowned.
"No," said Gypsy, "nothing has happened,--I mean nothing of that sort.
It's only about me.

I have something to tell you." "I think I will walk home with you," said her father.

"There isn't much going on Saturday afternoons.

Simms, you can lock up when you go home to supper.

I hope you haven't been giving your mother any trouble, or thrown your ball into Mrs.Surly's windows again," he added, nervously, as they passed out of the door and up the street together.
"No, sir," said Gypsy, faintly; "it's worse than that." Mr.Breynton heaved a sigh, but said nothing.
"I know you think I'm always up to mischief, and I don't suppose I'll ever learn to be a lady and know how not to break things, and I'm so sorry, but I didn't suppose there was any harm in jumping off an apple-tree, and the water-nymph went over and perhaps if you sent me to school or something I'd learn better where they tie you down to a great board," said Gypsy, talking very fast, and quite forgetting her punctuation.
"The water-nymph!" echoed Mr.Breynton.
"Yes," said Gypsy, dolefully; "right over, head-first--into the pond--broken to smash!" "Oh, Gypsy! that is too bad." "I know it," interrupted Gypsy; "I know it was terribly careless--terribly.