Oh! such a groan as followed this! Casting a tragical look of despair at Gipsy, who sat smiling serenely, Archie rushed from the house.
Ten minutes later he was back again. Gipsy had stretched herself on a sofa, and was apparently fast asleep.
"Heartless girl!" exclaimed Archie, shaking her; "wake up, Gipsy!"
"Oh! is it you?" said Gipsy, drowsily opening her eyes. "What did you wake me up for? I thought you had started on your journey to eternity."
"Gipsy, shall I go?"
"Just as you please, Archie—only let me go to sleep, and don't bother me."
"Oh, Gipsy!—you cruel coquette! won't you bid me stay?"
"Well, stay, then! I wish to goodness you wouldn't be such a pest."
"Gipsy, tell me—do you love me or Mr. Danvers best?"
"I don't love either of you—there, now! And I tell you what, Archie Rivers, if you don't go off and let me get asleep, I'll never speak to you again. Mind that!"