"Why, how sorry I am for you! I'll go right home and get you some, and tell my mother.

She'll take care of you--she always does take care of everybody." "You're a pretty little gal," said Mrs.Littlejohn, with a sigh; "an'clock I hope you'll be rewarded for botherin'clock yourself about a poor old woman like me.

Does your ma use white sugar?
I like white sugar in my tea." "Oh yes," said Gypsy, rather pleased than otherwise to be called a "pretty little gal." "Oh yes; we have a whole barrel full.

You can have some just as well as not; I'll bring you down a pound or so, and I have five dollars at home that you might have.

What would you like to have me get for you ?" "Dear me!" said Mrs.Littlejohn; "what a angel of mercy to the poor and afflicted you be! I should like some fresh salmon and green peas, now, if I could get 'em." "Very well," said Gypsy; "I'll hurry home and see about it." Accordingly she left the old woman groaning out her thanks, and went down the narrow stairs, and into the street.
She ran all the way home, and rushed into the parlor where her mother was sitting quietly sewing.