It was Joy.

She was sobbing as if her heart would break, and such sobs--it would have made you cry to hear them, Gypsy.

She didn't hear me come in, and she began to talk to the dead face as if it could hear her.

Do you want to know what she said ?" Gypsy was looking very hard the other way.

She nodded, but did not speak, gulping down something in her throat.
"This was what she said--softly, in Joy's frightened way, you know: 'You're all I had anyway,' said she.