I'm going to make father buy me some pink paper and envelopes with Love stamped up in the corners, on purpose." "Anyway, it's a great deal worse for me," said Gypsy, forlornly.

"You're going to Boston, and to open the house again and all, and have ever so much to think about.

I'm just going on and on, and you won't be upstairs when I go to bed, and your things won't ever be hanging out on the nails in the entry, and I'll have to go to school alone, and--O dear me!" "Yes, I suppose you do have the worst of it," said Joy, feeling a great spasm of magnanimity in bringing herself to say this; "but it's pretty bad for me, and I don't believe you can feel worse than I do.

Isn't it funny in us to love each other so much ?" "Real," said Gypsy, trying to laugh, with two bright tears rolling down her cheeks.

Both the girls were thinking just then of Joy's coming to Yorkbury.