You want Joy to come here." Gypsy spoke in a slow, uncomfortable way, as if she were trying very hard not to believe her own words.
"Yes," said Mrs.Breynton, "that is it." Gypsy's bright face fell.

"Well ?" she said, at last.
"I told your uncle," said her mother, "that I could not decide on the spot, but would let him know next week.

The question of Joy's coming here will affect you more than any member of the family, and I thought it only fair to you that we should talk it over frankly before it is settled." Gypsy had a vague notion that all mothers would not have been so thoughtful, but she said nothing.
"I do not wish," proceeded Mrs.Breynton, "to make any arrangement in which you cannot be happy; but I have great faith in your kind heart, Gypsy." "I don't like Joy," said Gypsy, bluntly.
"I know that, and I am sorry it is so," said her mother.

"I understand just what Joy is.

But it is not all her fault.