The poor are almost always very kind neighbors to each other.

I will be there early enough to take her some supper." So Gypsy was comforted for Mrs.Littlejohn.
It was nearly dark when Mrs.Breynton came up from the village, with her pleasant smile, and her little basket that half Yorkbury knew so well by sight, for the biscuit and the jellies, the blanc-mange, and the dried beef and the cookies, that it brought to so many sick-beds.

Gypsy had been watching for her impatiently, and ran down to the gate to meet her.
"Well, did you find her ?" "Oh, yes." "What do you think of her ?" asked Gypsy, a little puzzled by her mother's expression.
"She is a good deal of a scold, and something of a sufferer," said Mrs.
Breynton.

Gypsy's face fell, and they walked up to the house in silence.
"Then you're not going to do anything for her ?" asked Gypsy, at length, in a disappointed tone.
"Oh, yes.

She needs help.