Well, if she _should_ preach, I shall come right home." They had come now to the village, where were the stores and the post-office, the bank, and some handsome dwelling-houses.

Also the one paved sidewalk of Yorkbury, whereon the young people did their promenading after school in the afternoon.

Joy always fancied coming here, gay in her white chenille and white ribbons, and dainty parasol lined with white silk.

There is nothing so showy as showy mourning, and Joy made the most of it.
"Why, where are you going ?" she exclaimed at last.

Gypsy had turned away from the fashionable street, and the handsome houses, and the paved sidewalk.
"To Peace Maythorne's." "_This_ way ?" "This way." The street into which Gypsy had turned was narrow and not over clean; the houses unpainted and low.