Seeing that Gypsy was in earnest in her wish to hear her story, she quietly began it without further parley.

It was very simple, and quickly told.
"We used to live on a farm on the mountains--father and mother and I.
There were a great many cattle, and so much ground it tired me to walk across it.

I always went to school, and father read to us in the evenings.
I suppose that's the way I've learned to love to read, and I've been so glad since.

I was pretty small when they died,--first father, then mother.
I remember it a little; at least I remember about mother,--she kissed me so, and cried.

Then Aunt Jane came for me, and brought me here.