"And where is she now?" went on Gipsy.
"Dead!" said the child, while her lip trembled, and a tear fell on the little brown hand lying on her own.
"Do tell! and I've made you cry, too. Now, if that ain't too bad. Do you know, Celeste, I never cried in my life?"
"Oh, what a fib!" exclaimed Archie. "You were the horridest young one to cry ever I heard in my life. You did nothing but yell and roar from morning till night."
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" indignantly exclaimed Gipsy. "I'm sure I was too sensible a baby to do anything of the kind. Anyway, I have never cried since I can remember. And as to fear—were you ever afraid?" she asked, suddenly, of Celeste.
"Oh, yes—often."
"Did you ever? Why, you look afraid now. Are you?"
"Yes."
"My! What of?"
"Of you," said Celeste, shrinking back, shyly, from her impetuous little questioner.