8/12 Gypsy had an uncomfortable feeling that her mother was waiting for her to speak first. She kicked off her slipper, and put it on; she rattled the tongs, and pounded the hearth with the poker; she smoothed her hair out of her eyes, and folded up her handkerchief six times; she looked up sideways at her mother; then she began to cough. At last she broke out-- "I suppose you want me to say I'm sorry. But I don't see why I'm to blame, I'm sure." "I haven't said you were to blame," said her mother, quietly. |