“Well,” said her father, after a moment’s thought, in which he had been struggling with a sense of disappointment at the destruction of his statue, that would have made a less kind-hearted man scold.
“Well, it can’t be helped; and as to the climbing trees, I suppose your mother knows best. I am glad you came and told me, anyway—very glad. You are a truthful child, Gypsy, in spite of your faults.”
“I couldn’t bear to tell lies,” said Gypsy, brightening a little.
It is possible this was another one of the reasons why people had such a habit of loving Gypsy. What do you think?
