It so exactly suits her." After that, the cripple's little quiet room became one of the places Gypsy loved best in Yorkbury.
Two or three weeks after that Mrs.Littlejohn, who had been gaining rapidly in strength and good temper under Mrs.Breynton's wise and kindly care, took it into her head one morning, when she was alone, to walk across the room, and 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 friends living anywhere; if so, they had better be sent for.

But the poor creature seemed to be desolate enough; declared she had no relatives, and was glad of it; she only wanted to be let alone, and she should get well fast enough.
She never said that when Mrs.Breynton was in the room.

Gypsy went down one evening with her mother, to help her carry a bundle of fresh bed-clothing, and she was astonished at the gentleness which had crept into the old withered face and peevish voice.

Mrs.Littlejohn called her up to the bed, just as she started to go.
"I say, little gal, I told ye a fib the day ye fust come.