We lived in a pleasant house up the street, at first.

I used to work in the mill, and earned enough to pay aunt what I cost her.

Then one day, when I was thirteen years old, we were coming out at noon, all of us girls, in a great hurry and frolic, and I felt sick and dizzy watching the wheels go round, and,--well, they didn't mean to,--but they pushed me, and I fell." "Down stairs ?" "All the way,--it was a long, crooked flight.

I struck my spine on every step." "Oh, Peace!" said Gypsy, half under her breath.
"I was sick for a little while; then I got better.

I thought it was all over.