"And Gyp's things muss my room so," cried Tibby, plaintively.
"Isn't it funny," mused Gyp as she balanced on the footboard of her bed.
Gyp's tone asked, rather: "What in the world have you found to do?"
"The poor old man," Jerry said so feelingly that Gyp stared at her.
She had not laid eyes on Gyp after that one fleeting glimpse on the stairs.
Gyp had passed beyond the age when Graham's teasing could disturb her.
Jerry declared, of course, that Gyp's suggestion was "wonderful."
She was conscious, now, of only two persons in the room, Gyp and Uncle Johnny.
Gyp and Tibby went upstairs with her; Graham disappeared with Pepperpot.
And there was Gyp smiling and beckoning her to an empty desk beside her.