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"You know Sis' Littlejohn, she been married goin' on five times. Dis-here'll make fo' gentlemans she done buriet an' dey ain't nobody can manage a fun'el like she kin; 'pears like hit jes' come natchel to her. She sho' is done a good part by eb'ry single husban' too, an' she's figgerin' to outdo all the yuthers wid Brudder Littlejohn's co'pse."
"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.
I did this on the part of sundry gentlemen who were anxious to save the Republican ticket, which had at its head my old friend General Woodford, but though I was successful in securing Mr. Littlejohn's nomination, he soon afterward declined, and defeat followed in November.
"Oh, mother Breynton!" said a doleful voice; "what do you suppose I've done now?" "I'm sure I don't know," said Mrs. Breynton, with a resigned sigh. "I hope she hasn't been walking in her sleep again," said Mr. Breynton, nervously. "Forgotten Mrs. Littlejohn's supper," said the doleful voice through the key-hole. "Why, Gypsy!" "I know it," said Gypsy, humbly. "Couldn't I dress and run down?"
When she carried the dinner, the walk was long and wearisome, and Mrs. Littlejohn neglected to call her an angel of mercy, and it must be confessed Gypsy's enthusiasm diminished perceptibly. That evening Mr. and Mrs. Breynton were out to tea, and Tom was off fishing. Mrs. Breynton left Mrs. Littlejohn's supper in a basket on the shelf, and told Gypsy where it was.
"Good!" said Gypsy, brightening; "and I may take her down the things, mayn't I, mother?" "If you want to." Gypsy went to bed as happy as a queen. The next morning she rose early, to be sure to be in time to take Mrs. Littlejohn's breakfast; and was disappointed enough, when her mother thought it best she should wait till she had eaten her own.
Upon this principle Littlejohn's company was acceptable; and when he joined me at the National we had a social bit of a chat together about the matter. John was not a bad fellow when once you knew how to take him, but he had qualities of character which at times seemed at variance with what he would have us believe were his straightforward principles.
Gypsy had been having a great frolic in the fresh hay with Sarah Rowe, and came in late. No one but Winnie was there. She ate her supper in a great hurry, and went out again. Patty saw her from the window, and concluded she had gone to Mrs. Littlejohn's. That night, about eleven o'clock, some one knocked at Mrs. Breynton's door, and woke her up. "Who is it?" she called.
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.
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