16/26 I'm real horrid and wicked, and do ugly things. But I can't help it; Joy makes me--she acts so." "I know what's the matter with you and Joy, I guess," said Peace. We're always fight--fighting, day in and day out, and I'm tired to death of it. I'm just crazy for the time for Joy to go home, and I'm dreadfully unhappy having her round, now I am, Peace." Gypsy drew down her merry, red lips, and looked very serious. To tell the truth, however, do the best she would, she could not look altogether as if her heart were breaking from the amount of "unhappiness" that fell to her lot. |