Gypsy was cross this morning.
She----" and then followed Joy's own version of the morning's dispute.
Gypsy was vexed.

She liked her uncle, and she did not like to have him hear such one-sided stories of her, and judge her as he would.
She walked over to Joy with very red cheeks.
"Here's your letter.

I tried not to read it, but I couldn't help seeing that about me.

I don't think you've any business to tell him about me unless you can tell the truth." Of course Joy resented such a remark as this, and high words followed.
They went down to supper sulkily, and said nothing to one another for an hour.

After tea, Joy crept up moodily into the corner, and Gypsy sat down on the cricket for one of her merry talks with her mother.