"That is hardest of all.

But it's all right somehow." "Peace Maythorne!" said Gypsy, in a little flash, "I don't see! never to go out in the wind and jump on the hay, and climb the mountains, and run and row and snowball,--why, it would _kill_ me! And you lie here so sweet and patient, and you haven't said a cross word all the while you've been telling me about it.

I don't understand! How can you, _can_ you bear it ?" "I couldn't, if I didn't tell Him," said Peace, softly.
"Whom ?" "God." There was a long silence.

Gypsy looked out of the window, winking very hard, and Peace lay quite still upon the bed.
"There!" said Gypsy, at last, with a jump.

"I shall be late to school." "Oh," said Peace, "you haven't told me anything about yourself; you said you would." "Well," said Gypsy, tying on her hat, "that's easy enough done.