But just then she looked back and saw Joy toiling on slowly behind the others; Billy with his head hanging and his spirits quite gone.

Gypsy stopped a moment as if in thought, and then rode slowly down the hill.
"I'm having a horrid time," said Joy disconsolately, as she came up; "Billy is as stupid as a mule, and won't go." "I'm real sorry," said Gypsy, slowly; "you might have Nelly.

We'll change awhile." "No," said Joy, "I'm afraid of Nelly.

Besides, you wouldn't like Billy any better than I do.

It's dreadfully stupid back here alone, though.