with her crop and speaking insouciantly. She was scarcely aware of
the excited sounds from the Post Office, for as yet her madness was
upon her.

"Oh, I don't think you could get her in!--You'd better not try!"

Missy exulted--he looked as if actually afraid she might attempt it!
As a matter of fact Arthur was afraid; he was afraid Missy Merriam
had suddenly gone out of her head. There was a queer look in her
eyes--she didn't look herself at all. He was afraid she might really
do that crazy stunt; and he was afraid the boss might return from
lunch any second, and catch her doing it and blame HIM! Yes, Arthur
Simpson was afraid; and Missy's blood sang at the spectacle of
happy-go-lucky Arthur reduced to manifest anxiety.

"CAN'T get her in?" she retorted derisively. "Just watch me!"

And, patting Gypsy's glossy neck, she headed her mount directly
toward the sidewalk and clattered straight into Pieker's store."

Arthur had barely time to jump out of the way. "Holy cats!" he again
invoked fervently. Then: "Head her out!--She's slobbering over that
bucket of candy!"

True enough; Gypsy's inquisitive nose had led her to a bewildering
profusion of the sweets she adored; not just meagre little bits,
doled out to her stingily bite by bite. And, as if these delectables
had been set out for a special and royal feast, Gypsy tasted this
corner and sampled that, in gourmandish abandon.