Therefore had he made all manner of haste to crawl through the fence, and there had he stuck fast between two bars, balanced like a see-saw, his head going up and his feet going down, his feet going up and his head going down.
Gypsy pulled him out as well as she could between her spasms of laughter.
"I don't see anythin' to laugh at," said Winnie, severely.

"If you don't stop laughin' I'll go way off into the woods and be a Injun and never come home any more, and build me a house with a chimney to it, 'n' have baked beans for supper 'n' lots of chestnots, and a gun and a pistol, and I won't give _you_ any! Goin' to stop laughin' ?" It did not take long to pick up the nuts that the wind and the frost had already strewn upon the ground, and everybody enjoyed it but Joy.

She pricked her unaccustomed fingers on the sharp burs, and didn't like the nuts when she had tasted of them.
"They're not the kind of chestnuts we have in Boston," she said; "ours are soft like potatoes." "Oh dear, oh dear, she thought they _grew boiled_!" and there was a great laugh.

Joy colored, and did not relish it very much.

Gypsy was too busy pulling off her burs to notice this.