Then one day I found a little curve between my shoulders, and so,--well, it came so slowly I hardly knew it, till at last I was in bed with the pain.

We had come here because it was hard times, and aunt had to support me,--and then there were the doctor's bills." "Doesn't he say you can _ever_ get well?
never sit up a little while ?" "Oh, no." Gypsy gasped a little, as if she were suffocating.
"And your aunt,--is she kind to you ?" "Oh, yes." A certain flitting expression, that the face of Peace caught with the words, Gypsy could not help seeing.
"But I mean, real kind.

Does she love you ?" The girl's cheek flushed to a pale, quick crimson, then faded slowly.
"She is very good to me.

I am a great trouble.

You know I am not her own.
It is very hard for her that I can't support myself." Gypsy said something just then, in her innermost thought of thoughts, about Aunt Jane, that Aunt Jane would not have cared to hear.
"If I could only earn something!" said Peace, with a quick breath, that sounded like a sigh.