She rebelled a little at first against her aunt's authority, but she was fast learning to love her, and when we love, obedience ceases to be obedience, and becomes an offering freely given.
A little thing happened one day, showing that sadder and better side of Joy's heart that always seemed to touch Gypsy.
They had been having some little trouble about the lessons at school; it just verged on a quarrel, and slided off, and they had treated each other pleasantly after it.

At night Joy was sitting upstairs writing a letter to her father, when a gust of wind took the sheet and blew it to Gypsy's feet.

Gypsy picked it up to carry it to her, and in doing so, her eyes fell accidentally on some large, legible words at the bottom of the page.

She had not the slightest intention of reading them, but their meaning came to her against her will, in that curious way we see things in a flash sometimes.

This was what she saw: "I like auntie ever so much, and Tom.