Gypsy Breynton

ned why she went supperless last night," said Mr

felt very humble, and much ashamed, this

ythorne's room is,-it is in the same h

opy of "Harper's Magazine

articles I think will interest her, and ask

ne?" asked Gypsy, won

es

s,'" said Gypsy. "Why don't you g

than money to some people,"

before I found Mrs. Littlejohn?" said

s; many

ring if there were a house in town, filled with these wre

gged of her mother a tiny pailful of green peas, with which she hoped to pacify the old woma

eakfast which Mrs. Rowe had sent over, and

ning," sa

said Mrs. Litt

our supper last night, and I'm just as sorry as I can be," said Gypsy,

one broke, and I'm used to bein'clock forgot. Little gals that has everything they want, and five dollars besides,

able lady the day before; and Mrs. Littlejohn's manner of receiving the explanation certainly made

ou some peas,"

e, "you have, have you? Well, I'm obleeged

yellow bowl which she found in

anything

Littlejohn, with a long groan. "Th

d filled the mug with water; then, not being able t

Littlejohn, in a forgiving to

of most young people of her age and experience, was not of the sort calculated

Peace Maythorne's room was, Gypsy resorted to her friend, the r

ed, and Gyp

ne did not get up and open the door, and if she did not know it was more

htly, and lingered longest, on a low bed drawn up between the windows. A girl lay there, with a pale face turned over on the pillows, and weak, thin hands, folded on the counterpane. She might, from h

ythorne was

nt with a little start, and said, b

Breynton. Mother sent m

aid Peace Maythorne, smil

ow pleasant the old, pale face, was, afte

"she is always doing something for me.

o read?-I don'

ide; "I thought everybody liked to read. B

t all?" as

n't very bad, I try to help aunt

with your aunt

in sewing. She's

ain you a great d

ut, then, I get used to i

so sorry!" said Gypsy,

e worse," said

people can't move for forty. The doct

cramped there, moveless, on the pillows. Three years! Three years to lie throu

iate comment suggesting itself; "you ar

something rare about P

he isn't used to being sick, and

"mother said I was to ask if those p

mother does seems to be the best sort, somehow. She can't touch your han

lly. "There isn't anybody else lik

that were on her lips so often, in t

, y

turned away from her visitor, but she was conscious of every quick, ner

they were, seemed to be very pleasant, for she started at last with a bit

ike

er eyes and turned them away, and the e

ple so young-except the children

't like me,"

r think

tell you what I am by-and-by. First, I want to hear all about you,-everything, I mean," she added, with a qu

Peace, smiling, "cooped up here

About the being cooped up. I don't see h

smile had stolen one of the sunbeams that lay

thing of this. Seeing that Gypsy was in earnest in her wish to hear her story, s

lad since. I was pretty small when they died,-first father, then mother. I remember it a little; at least I remember about mother,-she kissed me so, and cried. Then Aunt Jane came for me, and brought me here. We lived in a pleasant house up the street, at first. I used to work in the mil

n st

g, crooked flight. I struc

id Gypsy, half

between my shoulders, and so,-well, it came so slowly I hardly knew it, till at last I was in bed with the pain.

n ever get well? never

, n

ittle, as if she

nt,-is she k

, y

the face of Peace caught with the

eal kind. Does

d to a pale, quick crim

ble. You know I am not her own. It is very

rmost thought of thoughts, about Aunt Jane,

th a quick breath, that sounded like a sigh. "Th

mb the mountains, and run and row and snowball,-why, it would kill me! And you lie here so sweet and patient, and you ha

didn't tell Him,"

ho

od

out of the window, winking very hard,

last, with a jump. "I

't told me anything about yo

"that's easy enough done. I'm silly an

ve it," said P

, and worrying father, and getting mad at Winnie, and bothering Miss Melville, and ro

, and looked

never think of being cross and impatient, and love everybody and everybody loves you, and-well, all

know how wicked I am-nobody knows; I am cross very often. Sometimes when my back aches as if I sh

her eyes very wide open. She buttoned on her

want me to come again

Peace, with one of those rare sm

But I told you you

eace. "I like

. Then she bade her goo

d you have any particular reason

id Mrs. Breynton

ought so. You were

r she spoke

akers say good matche

ideas into the child's head?"

ou hadn't ought to say such things. Of course, the brimstone fall

tion?" said Mrs. Breynton,

d Peace Maythorne's name was made

quiet room became one of the pl

nd look out of the window. The weakened limb was not in a fit state to be used at all, and the shock given to it was very great. Inflammation set in, and fever, and the doctor shook his head, and asked if the old woman had any fr

p her carry a bundle of fresh bed-clothing, and she was astonished at the gentleness which had crept into t

e fust come. I did have a dinner, though it w

ton steppe

'bout liars not goin'clock into th

a trouble to herself, and her hours of increasing pain turned into hours of late, faint repentance. Perhaps the charm lay in a certain old book, dog-eared and worn

face turned over on the pillow and smiled, and lay still. The light burned out, and the morning came; th

hn went to heaven, she will be so happy to find she doesn'