"It's all I expect.

I'm a poor lone widdy with a bone broke, and I'm used to bein'clock forgot.

Little gals that has everything they want, and five dollars besides, and promises me salmon and such, couldn't be expected to remember the sufferin'clock and afflicted,--of course not." It was not an easy nor a pleasant thing to apologize to a person to whom she had played the charitable lady the day before; and Mrs.Littlejohn's manner of receiving the explanation certainly made it no easier.

But Gypsy, as the saying goes, "swallowed her pride," and felt that she deserved it.
"I've brought you some peas," she said, meekly.
"Oh!" said the old woman, relenting a little, "you have, have you?
Well, I'm obleeged to you, and you can set 'em in the cupboard." Gypsy emptied her peas into a yellow bowl which she found in the cupboard, and then asked,-- "Can I do anything for you ?" "I'm terrible thirsty!" said Mrs.Littlejohn, with a long groan.

"There's some water in that air pail." Gypsy went into the corner where the pail stood, and filled the mug with water; then, not being able to think of anything more to say, she concluded to go.
"Good mornin'clock," said Mrs.Littlejohn, in a forgiving tone; "I hope you'll come agin." Gypsy secretly thought it was doubtful if she ever did.