* ** . , *:*# * # ;" THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES In I lie thnc-udle swain />, afttr THE GYPSY BREYNTON. BT E. STUART PHELPS. NEW YORK DODD, MEAD & COMPANY, PUBLISHERS. 1876, Dodd Affaa & Co CONTENTS. CHAPTER 1 WIUCP INTRODUCES HER CHAPTER 1] & SPASM OP ORDEB .... CHAPTER III Miss MELVILLE'S VISITOB .... CHAPTER IV. GrrsT HAS A DREAM .... CHAPTER V WHAT SHE SAW CHAPTER Vi DP IN THE APPLE-TREK . . 622775 * CONTENTS. CHAPTER VII. MM JUOT LIKE GYPSY 13 CHAPTER VIJL PEACE MAYTHOKNE ....... c , . 15? CHAPTER IX. CAMPING GDT . . . . l?8 CHAPTER X. THE END OF THE WEEK ..<..... 214 CHAPTER XI. GYPSY'S OPINION OF BOSTON ....... 225 CHAPTER XII. HO PtAOS L.IKK IlOMB ..*,,,: t , t&i GYPSY BREYNTON. CHAPTER I. WHICH INTRODUCES HER, )YPSY BREYNTON. Hon. Gypsy Breynton, Esq., M. A., D. D., LL. D., &c., &c. Gypsy Breyii- ton, R, R." Tom was very proud of his handwriting. It was black and business-like, round and rolling and readable, and drowned in a deluge of hair-line flourishes, with little black curves in the middle of them. It had been acquired in the book-keeping class of Yorkbury high school, and had taken a prize at the end of the summer term. And therefore did Tom lean back in his chair, and survey, with 12 GYPSY BREYNTON. intense satisfaction, the great sheet of ser mon-papcr which was covered with his scrawl* ings. Tom was a handiome fellow, if he did look very well pleased with himself at that particu- lar moment. His curly hair was black and bright, and brushed off from a full forehead, and what with that faint, dark line of mous- tache just visible above his lips, and that irresistible twinkle to his great merry eyes, it is no wonder Gypsy was proud of him, as indeed she certainly was, nor did she hesitate to tell him so twenty times a day. This was a treatment of which Tom decidedly approved. Exactly how beneficial it was to the growth within him of modesty, self-forget- fulness, and the passive virtues generally, ia another question. The room in which Tom was sitting might bave been exhibited with profit by Mr. Bar- lium, as a legitimate relic of that chaos and WHICH INTRODUCES HER. 13 Old Xight, which the poets tell us was dis- pelled by the light of this order-loving crea- tion. It had a bed in it, as well as several chairs and a carpet, but it required considerable search to discover them, for the billows ol feminine drapery that were piled upon them. Three dresses, Tom counted, to make sure, one on the bedpost, one rolled up in a heap on the floor where it had fallen, and one spread out on the counterpane, with benzine on it. What with kerosene oil, candle-drippings, and mugs of milk, Gypsy managed to keep one dress under the benzine treatment all the time ; it was an established institution, and had long ago ceased to arouse remark, even from Tom. There was also a cloak upon one chair, and a crocheted cape tied by the tassels on another. There was a white tippet hang- ing on the stove-pipe. There was a bandbox up in one corner with a pretty hat lying on 14 GYPSY BllEYNTON. the outside, its long, light feather catching the dust ; it was three days now since Sunday. There were also two pairs of shoes, one pair of rubbers, and one slipper under the bed ; the other slipper lay directly in the middle of the room. Then the wardrobe door was wide open, it was too full to stay shut, upon a sight which, I think, even Gypsy would hardly want put into print. White skirts and dressing-sacks ; winter hoods that ought to have been put up in camphor long ago ; aprons hung up by the trimming ; a calico dress that yawned mournfully out of a twelve-inch tear in the skirt ; a pile of stock- ings that had waited long, and were likely to wait longer, for darning ; some rubber- boots and a hatchet. The bureau drawers, Torn observed, were tightly shut, probably for very good rea- sons. The table, at which he sat, was a curiosity to the speculative mind. The clotl WHICH INTRODUCES HER. 15 was two thirds off, and slipping, by a verj gradual process, to the floor. On the remain- ing third stood an inkstand and a bottle of mucilage, as well as a huge pile of books, a glass tumbler, a Parian vase, a jack-knife, a pair of scissors, a thimble, two spools of thread, a small kite, and a riding-whip. The rest of the table had been left free to draw a map on, and was covered with pencils and rubber ; compasses, paper, and torn geography leaves. There were several pretty pictures on the walls, but they were all hung crookedly ; the curtain at the window was unlooped, and you could write your name anywhere in the dust that covered mantle, stove, and furniture. And this was Gypsy's room. Tom had spent a longer time hi looking at it than I have taken to tell about it, and when he was through looking he did one of those things that big brothers of sixteen long 16 GYTSY BKEYNTON. years' experience in this life, who are al ways teasing you and making fun of you and "preaching" at you, are afflicted with a chronic and incurable tendency to do. It is very fortunate that Gypsy deserved it, for it was really a horrible thing, girls, and if I were you I wouldn't let my brothers read about it, as you value your peace of mind, lace collars, clean clothes, good tempers, and private property generally. I'd put a pin through these leaves, or fasten them together with sealing-wax, or cut them out, before I'd run the risk. And what did he do? Why, he put a chair in the middle of the room, tied a broom to it (he found it in the corner with a little heap of dust behind it, as Gypsy had left it when her mother sent her up to sweep the room that morning) , and dressed it up in the three dresses, the cloaks and the cape, one above another, the chair serving as crin- WHICH INTRODUCES HER. 17 oliue. Upon the top of the broom-handle he tied the torn apron, stuffed out with the rubber-boots, and pinned on slips of the geography leaves for features ; Massachusetts and Vermont giving the graceful effect of one pink eye and one yellow eye, Australia mak- ing a very blue nose, and Japan a small green mouth. The hatchet and the riding-whip served as arms, and the whole figure was sur- mounted by the Sunday hat that had the dust on its feather. From under the hem of the lowest dress, peeped the toes of all the pairs of shoes and rubbers and the entire contents of the sliding table-cloth, down to every soli- tary pencil, needle, and crumb of cake, were ranged in a line on the carpet. To crown the whole, he pinned upon the image that paper placard upon which he had been scrib- bling. When his laudable work was completed, this ingenious and remorseless boy had to 18 GYPSY BKEYNTON. stand und laugh at it for five minutes, li Gypsy had only seen him then ! And Gypsy v/as nearer than he thought in the front door, and coming up the stairs with a great banging and singing and laughing, as nobody but Gypsy could come up stairs. Tom just put his hand on the window-sill, and gave ono leap out on the kitchen roof, and Gypsy burst in, and stopped short. Tom crouched down against the side of tho house, and held his breath. For about half a minute it was perfectly still. Then a soft, merry laugh broke out all at once on tho air, something as a little brook would splash down in a sudden cascade on the rocks. "O oh! Did you ever? I never saw anything so funny ! Oh, dear me! Then it was still again, and then the merry laugh began to spell out the placard. "Gypsy Breynton. Hon. Hon. Gyps^ Brernton, what? Oh, Esq. M A. D.D, WHICH INTRODUCES HER. 18 LL. D. what a creature he is! Brejntou, K. E. R. 72. ? I'm sure I don't k\iow what that means Tom ! Thorn as ! * Just then she caught sight of him out OD the ridge-pole, whittling away as coolly as if he had sat there all his life. " Good afternoon," said Gypsy, politely. " Good afternoon," said Tom. w Been whittling out there ever since din- ner, I suppose ? " w Certainly." W I thought so. Come here a minute." "Come out here," said Tom. Gypsy climb- ed out of the window without the slightest hesitation, and walked along the ridge-polo with the ease and fearlessness of a boy. She had on a pretty blue delaine dress, which was wet and torn, and all stuck together with burs ; her boots were covered with mud to the ankle ; her white stockings spattered and brown ; her turban was hanging round 20 GYPSY BREYNTON. her neck by its elastic ; her net had come off, and the wind was blowing her hair all over her eyes ; she had her sack thrown over one arm, and a basket filled to overflowing, with flowers and green moss, upon the other. "Well, you're a pretty sight!" said Tom, leisurely regarding her. Indeed, he was not far from right. In spite of the mud and the burs and the tears, and the general dropping- to-pieces look about her, Gypsy managed, somehow or other, to look as pretty as a picture, with her cheeks as red as a coral, and the soft brown hair that was tossing about her eyes. Gypsy's eyes were the best part of her. They were very large and brown, and had that same irresistible twinkle that was in Tom's eyes, only a great deal more of it; and then it was always there. They twinkled when she was happy and when she was cross .; they twinkled over her school-books ; they , in spite cf themselves, at church and WHICH INTHODUCES HEE. 21 Sabbath school; and, when she was at play, they shone like a whole galaxy of stars. If ever Gypsy's eyes ceased twinkling, people knew she was going to be sick. Hei hair, I ain soiiy to say, was not curly. Tins was Gypsy's one unalleviated affliction ni life. That a girl could possibly be pretty with straight hair, had never once entered ber mind. All the little girls in story-books bad curls. Who ever heard of the straight- haired maiden that made wreaths of the rose- buds, or saw the fairies, or married the Prince? And Gypsy's hair was not only straight, it was absolutely uncurlablc. A week's penance " done up in paper " made no more impression than if you were to pinch it. However, that did not interfere with her milking a bit of a picture, perched up there on the roof beside Tom, among h