When she wanted to do a thing, she could never see any reasons why it shouldn't be done, like a few other girls I have heard of in New England.

However, just such a mother as Gypsy had was quite likely to pardon such a little carelessness as this, for the love in it, and the welcoming thoughts.
"They're comin', comin', comin'," shouted Winnie, from the door-steps, where, in the exuberance of his spirits, he was trying very hard to stand on his head, and making a most remarkable failure--"they're comin' lickitycut, and I'm five years old, 'n' I've got on my best jacket, 'n' they're comin' slam bang!" "Coming, coming, coming!" echoed Gypsy, about as wild as Winnie himself, and flying past him down to the gate, leaving Tom to follow in Tom's own dignified way.
Such a kissing, and laughing, and talking, and delightful confusion as there was then! Such a shouldering of bags and valises and shawls, such hurrying of mother in out of the cold; such a pulling of father's whiskers, such peeping into mysterious bundles, and pulling off of wrappers, and hurrying Patty with the tea-things; and questions and answers, and everybody talking at once--one might have supposed the travelers had been gone a month instead of a week.
"My kitty had a fit," observed Winnie, the first pause he could find.
"And there are some letters for father," from Tom.
"Patty has a new beau," interrupted Gypsy.
"It was an awfully fit," put in Winnie, undiscouraged; "she rolled under the stove, 'n' tell _you_ she squealed, and----" "How is uncle ?" asked Tom, and it was the first time any one had thought to ask.
"Then she jumped--splash! into the hogshead," continued Winnie, determined to finish.
"He is not very well," said Mr.Breynton, gravely, and then they sat down to supper, talking the while about him.

Winnie subsided in great disgust, and devoted himself, body, mind, and heart, to the drop-cakes.
"Ah, the best china, I see," said Mrs.Breynton, presently, with one of her pleasantest smiles, and as Mrs.Breynton's smiles were always pleasant, this was saying a great deal.

"And the Sunday things on, too--in honor of our coming?
How pleasant it all seems! and how glad I am to be at home again." Gypsy looked radiant--very much, in fact, like a little sun dropped down from the sky, or a jewel all ablaze.
Some mothers would have reproved her for the use of the china; some who had not quite the heart to reprove would have said they were sorry she had taken it out.

Mrs.Breynton would rather have had her handsome plates broken to atoms than to chill, by so much as a look, the glow of the child's face just then.
There was decidedly more talking than eating done at supper, and they lingered long at the table, in the pleasant firelight and lamplight.
"It seems exactly like the resurrection day for all the world," said Gypsy.
"The resurrection day ?" "Why, yes.