But I say I'd as lief have a stone wall for an aunt; no, I will say it, Peace, and you needn't look at me." Peace looked, notwithstanding, and Gypsy stopped saying it.
"Sometimes I've thought," said Peace, after a pause, "I might earn a little crocheting.

Once, long ago, I made a mat out of ends of worsted I found, and it didn't hurt me hardly any; on my good days it wouldn't honestly hurt me at all.

It's pretty work, crocheting, isn't it ?" "Why don't you crochet, then," said Gypsy, "if you must do anything?
It's ten thousand times easier than this sewing you're killing yourself over." "I've no worsteds, you know," said Peace, coloring; and changed the subject at once.
Gypsy looked thoughtful.

Very soon after she bade Peace good-bye, and went home.
That night she called her mother away alone, and told her what Peace had said.
"Now, mother, I've thought out an idea." "Well ?" "You mustn't say no, if I tell you." "I'll try not to; if it is a sensible idea." "Do I _ever_ have an idea that isn't sensible ?" said Gypsy, demurely.

"I prefer not to be slandered, if you please, Mrs.Breynton." "Well, but what's the idea ?" "It's just this.