You see I oughtn't to be glad to see you at all, but I am exceedingly." Sarah climbed up, and sat down beside her upon a long, swaying bough.
"Now don't you speak a single word," said Gypsy, with an industrious air, "till I get this done." "No, I won't," said Sarah.

"What do you have to sew for, Saturday afternoons ?" "Why, it's my mending: mother wants me to do it Saturday morning, and of course it's a great deal easier, because then you have all the afternoon to yourself, only I never seem to get time; I'm sure I don't know why.
This morning I had my history topics to write." "Why, I wrote mine yesterday!" "I meant to, but I forgot; Miss Melville said I musn't put it off another day.

There! I wasn't going to talk." "Mother does my mending for me," said Sarah.
"She does! Well, I just wish my mother would.

She says it wouldn't be good for me." "How did you tear such a great place, I'd like to know ?" "Put my foot right through it," said Gypsy, disconsolately.

"It was hanging on a chair, and I just stepped in it and started to run, and down I went,--and here's the skirt.