He would come again another day.

About half way up the walk, he stopped, and turned leisurely round.
"Oh--Gypsy! Mother want's to know where's the key of the china-closet she let you have.

She's in a great hurry.

That's what I come down for; I s'posed there was something or nuther." "Why, Winnie Breynton! and you've been sitting there all this----" "Where's the key ?" interrupted Winnie, severely; "mother hadn't ought to be kept waitin'clock." "It's up-stairs in--in, I guess in my slippers," said Gypsy, stopping to think.
_"Slippers!"_ "Yes.

I was afraid I should forget to put it up, so I put it in my slipper, because I should feel it, and remember it.