CHAPTER IX.
CAMPING OUT Do you remember Mr.Gough's famous story of the orator who, with a great flourish of rhetoric as prelude, announced to his audience the startling fact that there was a "gre--at difference in people ?" On the strength of this original statement, it has been supposed that there were a variety of tastes to be suited in selecting for the readers of "Gypsy Breynton" the most entertaining passages of this one summer in her life.

The last two chapters were for the quiet young people.

This one is for the lively young people--the people who like to live out of doors, and have adventures, and get into difficulties, and get over them.

The quiet people aforesaid need not read it, if they don't want to.
Did you ever "camp out"?
If you ever did, or ever very much wanted to, you will know how Gypsy felt one morning after her summer vacation had begun, and she was wondering what she should do with herself all day, when Tom came into her room and said,-- "Gypsy, don't you wish you were a boy?
I'm going to spend a week at Ripton, with Hallam." "Mr.Hallam!" exclaimed Gypsy.

Mr.Guy Hallam was a lawyer about thirty years old; but Tom had the natural boy's feeling about "mistering" any one, that he had gone on fishing excursions with, ever since he could remember; while Gypsy was more respectful.
"Ripton!" said Gypsy, again; "Oh, dear me!" "And going to camp out and have a fire, and cook our trout, and shoot our rabbits," said Tom, with an aggravating appearance of indifference, as if these were only a specimen of innumerable delights unmentioned.
"Oh, dear _me_!" said Gypsy, with a long sigh.
"There are several disadvantages in being a girl, my dear, as you will find out, occasionally," said Tom, with a lordly air.
"Girls are just as good as boys!" answered Gypsy, flashing up.
"Only they can't camp out." "I'm not so sure of that, sir." "Indeed!" "Girls do camp out; I've heard about it; parties of ladies and gentlemen go out up on the Adirondacks.