There was a little silence.
"You see," said Gypsy, breaking it, "I'm trying to reform." "Reform ?" said Sarah, with some vague ideas of Luther and Melancthon, and Gypsy's wearing a wig and spectacles, and reading Cruden's "Concordance." "Yes," nodded Gypsy, "reform.

I never knew anybody need it as much as I.I never do things anyway, and then I do them wrong, and then I forget all about them.

Mother says I'm improving.

She says my room used to look like a perfect Babel, and now I keep the wardrobe door shut, and dust it out--sometimes.

Then there's my mending.