Besides, I said 'Over the left' to myself just after I'd told her, and _I_ didn't want to lose my recess if you did." Gypsy shut up her pink lips tight, and made no answer.
Joy went out to play at recess, and Gypsy stayed in alone and studied.
Joy went home with the girls in a great frolic after school, and Gypsy stayed shut up in the lonely schoolroom for an hour, disgraced and miserable.

But I have the very best of reasons for thinking that she wasn't nearly as miserable as Joy.
Just before supper the two girls were sitting drearily together in the dining-room, when the door-bell rang.
"It's Miss Cardrew!" said Joy, looking out of the window; "what do you suppose she wants ?" Gypsy looked up carelessly; she didn't very much care.

She had told Miss Cardrew all she had to tell and received her punishment.
As for her mother, she would have gone to her with the whole story that noon, if it hadn't been for Joy's part in it.
"What is that she has in her hand, I wonder ?" said Joy uneasily, peeping through a crack in the door as Miss Cardrew passed through the entry; "why, I declare! if it isn't a handkerchief, as true as you live--all--inky!" When Miss Cardrew had gone, Mrs.Breynton came out of the parlor with a very grave face, a purple-bordered handkerchief in her hand; it was all spotted with ink, and the initials J.M.

B.were embroidered on it.
"Joy." Joy came out of the corner slowly.
"Come here a minute." Joy went and the door was shut.

Just what happened that next half hour Gypsy never knew.