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Chapter II
A SPASM OF ORDER
“I can’t help it,” said Gypsy, after supper; “I can’t possibly help it, and it’s no use for me to try.”
“If you cannot help it,” replied Mrs. Breynton, quietly, “then it is no fault of yours, but in every way a suitable and praiseworthy condition of things that you should keep your room looking as I would be ashamed to have a servant’s room look, in my house. People are never to blame for what they can’t help.”