She had inherited her mother's fashion of taking trouble.

Gypsy did not understand it, and her sympathy cooled a little.

Still she really wanted to do something to make her happy, and so she set about it in the only ways she knew.
"See here, Joy," she called, merrily, after breakfast, "let's come out and have a good time.

I have lots and lots to show you out in the barn and round.

Then there is all Yorkbury besides, and the mountains.
Which'll you do first, see the chickens or walk out on the ridge-pole ?" "On the _what_ ?" "On the ridge-pole; that's the top of the roof, you know, over the kitchen.