Plenty of faults she had, but they were faults of quick temper and carelessness.

Of deliberate selfishness it had scarcely ever occurred to her that anybody could think her capable.
So she echoed-- "Selfish!" in simple surprise.
"Just look at it," said her mother, gently; "Joy was your visitor, a stranger, feeling awkward and unhappy, most probably, with the girls whom you knew so well, and not knowing anything about the matters which you talked over.

You might, might you not, have by a little effort made her soon feel at home and happy?
Instead of that, you went off with the girls, and let her fall behind, with nobody but Winnie to talk to." Gypsy's face turned to a sudden crimson.
"Then, a nutting party was a new thing to Joy, and with the care of Winnie and all, it is no wonder she did not find it very pleasant, and she had never climbed a tree in her life.

This was her first Saturday afternoon in Yorkbury, and she was, no doubt, feeling lonely and homesick, and it made her none the happier to be laughed at for not doing something she had not the slightest idea how to do.

Was it quite generous to let her start off alone, over a strange road, with the care of a crying----" "And muddy," put in Gypsy, with twinkling eyes, "from head to foot, black as a shoe." "And muddy child ?" finished Mrs.Breynton, smiling in spite of herself.
"But Joy wanted to take him, and I told her so.