"Mother, is it selfish to have upper drawers, and front sides, and things?"
"What are you talking about, Gypsy?"
"Why, don't my upper drawers, and the front side of the bed, and all that, belong to me, and must I give them up to Joy?"
"It is not necessary," said her mother, laughing. But Gypsy fancied there was a slight emphasis on the last word.
Joy was sound asleep, and dreaming that Winnie was a rattlesnake and Gypsy a prairie-dog, when somebody gave her a little pinch and woke her up.
"Oh—why—what's the matter?" said Joy.
"Look here, you might just as well have the upper bureau drawers, you know, and I don't care anything about the front side of the bed. Besides, I wish I hadn't let you come home alone this afternoon."
"Well, you are the funniest!" said Joy.