It _is_ nice to have things somewhere where you won't trip over them when you walk across the room--only if somebody else would pick 'em up for me." "How long do you suppose it will last ?" asked Tom, with an air of great superiority.
"Tom," said Gypsy, solemnly; "that's a serious question." "It might last forever if you have a mind to have it,--come now, Gyp., why not ?" "That's a long time," said Gypsy, shaking her head; "I wouldn't trust myself two inches.

To-morrow I shall be in a hurry to go to school; then I shall be in a hurry to go to dinner; then I shall be in a _ter_rible hurry to get off with Sarah Rowe, and so it goes.

However, I'll see.

I feel, to-night, precisely as if I should never want to take a single pin out of those little black squares I've put them into on the cushion." Gypsy found herself in a hurry the next day and the next, and is likely to, to the end of her life, I am afraid.

But she seemed to have taken a little gasp of order, and for a long time no one had any complaint to make of Gypsy's room or Gypsy's toilet..