She would enjoy giving her something very much," said Mrs.Breynton, gravely.
"I can't help it.

Peace Maythorne belongs to me.

It would spoil it all to have Joy have anything to do with it." "Worsted are very expensive now," said her mother; "you alone cannot give Peace enough to amount to much." "I don't care," said Gypsy, resolutely, "I want to do one thing Joy doesn't." Mrs.Breynton said nothing, and Gypsy went slowly from the room.
"I wish we could give Peace Maythorne something," said Joy, an hour after, when they were all sitting together.

Mrs.Breynton raised her eyes from her work, but Gypsy was looking out of the window.
When the girls went up to bed, Gypsy was very silent.

Joy tried to laugh and plague and scold her into talking, but it was of no use.