It was her own bargain." [Illustration] "I know that.

But we are not speaking of bargains, Gypsy; we are speaking of what is kind and generous.

Now, how does it strike you ?" "It strikes me," said Gypsy, in her honest way, after a moment's pause--"it strikes me that I'm a horrid selfish old thing, and I've lived twelve years and just found it out; there now!" Just as Gypsy was going to bed she turned around with the lamp in her hand, her great eyes dreaming away in the brownest of brown studies.
"Mother, is it selfish to have upper drawers, and front sides, and things ?" "What are you talking about, Gypsy ?" "Why, don't my upper drawers, and the front side of the bed, and all that, belong to me, and must I give them up to Joy ?" "It is not necessary," said her mother, laughing.

But Gypsy fancied there was a slight emphasis on the last word.
Joy was sound asleep, and dreaming that Winnie was a rattlesnake and Gypsy a prairie-dog, when somebody gave her a little pinch and woke her up.
"Oh--why--what's the matter ?" said Joy.
"Look here, you might just as well have the upper bureau drawers, you know, and I don't care anything about the front side of the bed.
Besides, I wish I hadn't let you come home alone this afternoon." "Well, you _are_ the funniest!" said Joy..