A little smile quivered around the lips of Peace.
"Well," said Gypsy, laughing in spite of herself, "I am.

I never _can_ make anybody believe it, though.

What is the matter with Joy and me?
You didn't say." "You've forgotten something, I think." "Forgotten something ?" "Yes--something you read me once out of an old Book." "Book?
Oh!" said Gypsy, beginning to understand.
"In honor preferring one another," said Peace, softly.

Gypsy did not say anything.

Peace took up her Bible that lay on the bed beside her--it always lay on the bed--and turned the leaves, and laid her finger on the verse.