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Updated: June 27, 2025
"I'll never get used to it," she sighed, as the other girls leaped gaily into their saddles. But Paul Breckenridge was at her side encouraging her. Joy's sweet helplessness appealed to the boy. The other girls often annoyed him by their self confidence and efficiency. The gay but child-like Joy amused and pleased him.
Although she was as frightened as any of the girls, she still had an eye to the adventure. The stream bed was a river now, swirling, foaming and roaring. It made one dizzy to look down into it. Bet finally got up the courage to turn her head to see if the other girls were safe, and behind her on the trail, she made out Joy's horse.
It has inside cylinders 18 in. diameter and 24 in. stroke, with coupled wheels 7 ft. diameter and leading wheels 4 ft. diameter, the latter being fitted with a radial axle on a somewhat similar plan to that previously described as adopted by Mr. Webb for the new North-Western engines; the frames are single, with inside bearings to all the wheels, and Joy's valve gear is used.
"But now you put it that way, he doesn't sound like a worthy cause a bit." The men laughed, though Joy's words hadn't sounded particularly witty to herself. "I'm going to abjure duty now," she went on hurriedly. "The orchestra's playing that thing people can dance me to " She held her hand and arm gracefully high, in the old minuet pose, and laughed up at Clarence.
The empty hand clutched and found another tough root, and slowly, now, she brought first one foot then the other to the ledge. She was saved! But would she reach Joy in time? With greater caution she crept the few feet along that treacherous path until she came close above Joy's head. "Hold on, Joy, don't give up! I'll help you in a minute." Bet encouraged her.
Scarcely were the words off from Joy's lips, when Gypsy, sitting down on the stairs to laugh, tipped over her basket, and every solitary stick of that wood clattered down the uncarpeted stairs, thumped through the banisters, bounced on the floor, rolled into the corners, thundered against the cellar door. I don't believe you ever heard such a noise in all your life. Mr. and Mrs.
Joy's faults were for the most part those from which Gypsy was entirely free, and to which she had a special and inborn aversion. On the other hand, many of Gypsy's failings were not natural to Joy. Gypsy was always forgetting things she ought to remember. Joy seldom did. Gypsy was thoughtless, impulsive, always into mischief, out of it, sorry for it, and in again.
"Aren't your legs in good working order?" Uncomprehending silence on Lallie Joy's part and then Nancy returned to the onslaught. "Don't you like to look at pretty things?" "Dunno but I do, an' dunno as I do." "Don't you love the rooms your father has finished here?" "Kind of." "Not any more than that?" "Pop thinks some of 'em's queer, an' so does Bill Harmon."
"The upper stake of 'twenty-eight' is ten feet below the lower stake of 'twenty-seven." "You mean we ain't got nothin', Smoke?" "Worse than that; we've got ten feet less than nothing." Shorty departed down the bank on the run. Five minutes later he returned. In response to Joy's look, he nodded.
It should be recorded that the five-dollar bill and the portfolio with purple roses on it were both forthcoming that day, and that Gypsy entirely forgot any difference between her own little gifts and Joy's. This was partly because she had somehow learned to be glad in the difference, if it pleased Joy; partly because of a certain look in her mother's eyes when she saw the picture-frame.
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