So Gypsy lighted the lamp and went up with her.
"So I am to sleep with you," said Joy, as they opened the door, in by no means the happiest of tones, though they were polite enough.
"Yes.

Mother thought it was better.

See, isn't my room pretty ?" said Gypsy, eagerly, thinking how pleased Joy would be with the little welcome of its fresh adornments.
"Oh, is _this_ it ?" Gypsy stopped short, the hot color rushing all over her face.
"Of course, it isn't like yours.

We can't afford marble bureaus and Brussels carpets, but I thought you'd like the maple-leaves, and I brought out the flag on purpose because you were coming." "Flag! Where?
Oh, yes.

I have one ten times as big as that at home," said Joy, and then she too stopped short, for she saw the expression of Gypsy's face.