Just before they went to sleep, she spoke up suddenly: "Joy, do you want to give something to Peace Maythorne ?" "Splendid!" cried Joy, jumping up in bed to clap her hands, "what ?" Gypsy told her then all the plan, a little slowly; it was rather hard.
Perhaps Joy detected the hesitation in her tone.

Joy was not given to detecting things with remarkable quickness, but it was so plain that she could not very well help it.
"I don't believe you want me to give any of it." "Oh, yes," said Gypsy, trying to speak cordially, "yes, it will be better." It certainly was better she felt.

She went to sleep, glad it was settled so.
When the girls came to make their purchases, they found that Gypsy's contribution of money would just about buy the crochet-needles and patterns.

The worsteds cost about treble what she could give.

So it was settled that they should be Joy's gift.
Gypsy was very pleasant about it, but Joy could not help seeing that she was disappointed.