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Updated: June 12, 2025
Three years to lie through summer suns and winter snows, while all the world was out at play, and happy! "Well," said Gypsy, as the most appropriate comment suggesting itself; "you are rather different from Mrs. Littlejohn!" Peace smiled. There was something rare about Peace Maythorne's smile. "Poor Mrs. Littlejohn! You see, she isn't used to being sick, and I am; that makes the difference."
There is nothing so showy as showy mourning, and Joy made the most of it. "Why, where are you going?" she exclaimed at last. Gypsy had turned away from the fashionable street, and the handsome houses, and the paved sidewalk. "To Peace Maythorne's." "This way?" "This way." The street into which Gypsy had turned was narrow and not over clean; the houses unpainted and low.
Indeed I'd rather have the pain, and help her a little, once in a while, when my best days come and I can; I had, really, Gypsy. You don't know how it hurts me—a great deal more than this other hurt in my back—to lie here and let her support me, and I not do a thing. O Gypsy, you don't know!" Something in Peace Maythorne's tone just then made Gypsy feel worse than she felt to see her sew.
And now it had come, and here they sat looking at each other and crying—quite sure their hearts were broken! The two tears rolled down into Gypsy's smile, and she swallowed them before she spoke: "I do believe it's all owing to that verse!" "What verse?" "Why, Peace Maythorne's.
Gypsy sat down in her favorite place on the bed, just where she could see the cripple's great quiet eyes—she always liked to watch Peace Maythorne's eyes—and in doing so disturbed the bedclothes. A piece of work fell out: plain, fine sewing, in which the needle lay with a stitch partially taken. "Peace Maythorne!" said Gypsy, "you've been doing it again!" "A little, just to help aunt, you know.
Of course, the brimstone falls down from hell, and they pick it up and put it on the matches!" "What made you ask the question?" said Mrs. Breynton, when the laugh had subsided. "Oh, I was only thinking, I guessed Peace Maythorne's name was made in heaven. It so exactly suits her." After that, the cripple's little quiet room became one of the places Gypsy loved best in Yorkbury.
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.
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