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thing she could think of to say: "We'll go strawberrying to-morrow, and I'll save you the very best place. Besides, I've got a tart upstairs I've been saving for you, and you can eat it when we go up to bed. I think things taste real nice in bed. Don't you?" "Look here, Gypsy, do you know I love you ever so much?" "You do! Well, isn't that funny? I was just thinking how much I loved you. Besides, I'm real glad you're going to live here always." "Why, I thought you'd be sorry." "I should have once," said Gypsy honestly. "But that's because I was ugly. I don't think I could get along without you possibly--no, not anyway in the world. Just think how long we've slept together, and what 'gales' we do get into when our lamp goes out and we can't find the matches! You see I never had anybody to get into gales with before." Somebody rang the door-bell just then, and the conversation was broken up. "Joy, have you a mind to go?" asked Mrs. Breynton. "Patty is out, this evening." "Why! whoever it is, they've come right in," said Joy, opening the door. A man was there in the entry;--a man with heavy whiskers and a valise. The rest of them sitting back there in the dark waited, wondering a little who it could be coming in Sunday night. And this is what they heard: "Joyce, little Joyce!--why, don't be frightened, child; it's nobody but father." CHAPTER XIV GOOD BYE They were alone together in the quiet room--Peace Maythorne and Joy. The thick yellow sunlight fell in, touching the old places,--the wall where Gypsy's blue and golden text was hanging,--a little patch of the faded carpet, the bed, and the folded hands upon it, and the peaceful face. Joy had crept up somewhat timidly into Gypsy's place close by the pillow. She was talking, half sadly, half gladly, as if she hardly knew whether to laugh or cry. "You see, we're going right off in this noon train, and I thought I _must_ come over and say good-bye." "I'm real sorry to have you go--real." "Are you?" said Joy, looking pleased. "Well, I didn't suppose you'd care. I do believe you care for everybody, Peace." "I try to," said Peace, smiling. "You go in rather a hurry, don't you Joy?" "Yes. It's just a week since father came. He wants to stay a while longer, dreadfully, but he says his business at home can't be put off, and of course I'm going with him. Do you know, Peace, I can't bear to have him out of the room five minutes,
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