CHAPTER VIII.
PEACE MAYTHORNE "After you have seen Mrs.Littlejohn, and explained why she went supperless last night," said Mrs.Breynton, "I want you to do an errand for me." "What is it ?" asked Gypsy, pleasantly.

She felt very humble, and much ashamed, this morning, and anxious to make herself useful.
"I want you to find out where Peace Maythorne's room is,--it is in the same house,--and carry her this, with my love." Mrs.Breynton took up a copy of "Harper's Magazine," and handed it to Gypsy.
"Tell her I have turned the leaf down at some articles I think will interest her, and ask her if the powder I left her put her to sleep." "Who is Peace Maythorne ?" asked Gypsy, wondering.

"Is she poor ?" "Yes." "How funny to send her a 'Harper's,'" said Gypsy.

"Why don't you give her some money, or something ?" "Some things are worth more than money to some people," said Mrs.
Breynton, smiling.
"Why! then you had been into that house before I found Mrs.Littlejohn ?" said Gypsy, as the thought first struck her.
"Oh, yes; many times." Gypsy started off, with the Magazine under her arm, wondering if there were a house in town, filled with these wretched poor, in which her mother was not known as a friend.
Her heart sank a little as she climbed the dark stairs to Mrs.
Littlejohn's room.

She had begged of her mother a tiny pailful of green peas, with which she hoped to pacify the old woman, but she was somewhat in dread of hearing her talk, and ashamed to confess her own neglect.
Mrs.Littlejohn was eating the very nice breakfast which Mrs.Rowe had sent over, and groaning dolefully over it, as Gypsy entered.
"Good morning," said Gypsy.
"Good morning," said Mrs.Littlejohn, severely.
"I went out to play in the hay with Sarah Rowe, and forgot all about your supper last night, and I'm just as sorry as I can be," said Gypsy, coming to the point frankly, and without any attempt to excuse herself.
"Oh, of course!" said Mrs.Littlejohn, in the tone of a martyr.