"If another train should come along, that is very dangerous." "Yes, sir," said Gypsy, with a twinkle in her eye, "I am looking out." Now, as Mr.Breynton had been on the continual worry about her ever since they left Yorkbury, afraid she would catch cold in the draft, lose her glove out of the window, go out on the platform, or fall in stepping from car to car, Gypsy did not pay the immediate heed to his warning that she ought to have done.

Before he had time to speak again, puff! came a sharp gust of wind and away went her pretty turban with its new brown feather,--over the bridge and down into the river.
"There!" said Joy.
"Gypsy, my _dear_!" said her father.
"Well, anyway," said Gypsy, drawing in her head in the utmost astonishment, "I can wear a handkerchief." [Illustration] So into Boston she came with nothing but a handkerchief tied over her bright, tossing hair.

You ought to have seen the hackmen laugh! The girls made an agreement with Mrs.Breynton to keep a journal while they were gone; send her what they could, and read the rest of it to her when they came home.

She thought in this way they would remember what they saw more easily, and with much less confusion and mistake.

These journals will give you a better account of their journey than I can do.
They wrote first from New York.