Gypsy's Cousin Joy   By: Elizabeth Stuart Phelps (1844-1911)

By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps

New York Dodd, Mead and Company

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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, by

GRAVES & YOUNG,

in the Clerk's Office for the District Court of Massachusetts

Copyright, 1895, by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward.

PREFACE.

Having been asked to write a preface to the new edition of the Gypsy books, I am not a little perplexed. I was hardly more than a girl myself, when I recorded the history of this young person; and I find it hard, at this distance, to photograph her as she looks, or ought to look to day. She does not sit still long enough to be "taken." I see a lively girl in pretty short dresses and very long stockings, quite a Tom boy, if I remember rightly. She paddles a raft, she climbs a tree, she skates and tramps and coasts, she is usually very muddy, and a little torn. There is apt to be a pin in her gathers; but there is sure to be a laugh in her eyes. Wherever there is mischief, there is Gypsy. Yet, wherever there is fun, and health, and hope, and happiness, and I think, wherever there is truthfulness and generosity, there is Gypsy, too.

And now, the publishers tell me that Gypsy is thirty years old, and that girls who were not so much as born when I knew the little lady, are her readers and her friends to day.

Thirty years old? Indeed, it is more than that! For is it not thirty years since the publication of her memoirs? And was she, at that time, possibly sixteen? Forty six years? Incredible! How in the world did Gypsy "grow up?" For that was before toboggans and telephones, before bicycles and electric cars, before bangs and puffed sleeves, before girls studied Greek, and golf capes came in. Did she go to college? For the Annex, and Smith, and Wellesley were not. Did she have a career? Or take a husband? Did she edit a Quarterly Review, or sing a baby to sleep? Did she write poetry, or make pies? Did she practice medicine, or matrimony? Who knows? Not even the author of her being.

Only one thing I do know: Gypsy never grew up to be "timid," or silly, or mean, or lazy; but a sensible woman, true and strong; asking little help of other people, but giving much; an honor to her brave and loving sex, and a safe comrade to the girls who kept step with her into middle life; and I trust that I may bespeak from their daughters and their scholars a kindly welcome to an old story, told again.

Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

Newton Centre, Mass., April, 1895.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I NEWS 7 CHAPTER II SHE SHALL COME? 24 CHAPTER III ONE EVENING 40 CHAPTER IV CHESTNUTS 54 CHAPTER V GYPSY MAKES A DISCOVERY 82 CHAPTER VI WHO PUT IT IN? 99 CHAPTER VII PEACE MAYTHORNE'S ROOM 122 CHAPTER VIII THE STORY OF A NIGHT 148 CHAPTER IX UP RATTLESNAKE 187 CHAPTER X WE ARE LOST 211 CHAPTER XI GRAND TIMES 229 CHAPTER XII A TELEGRAM 243 CHAPTER XIII A SUNDAY NIGHT 263 CHAPTER XIV GOOD BYE 274

GYPSY'S COUSIN JOY

CHAPTER I

NEWS

The second arithmetic class had just come out to recite, when somebody knocked at the door. Miss Cardrew sent Delia Guest to open it.