The young boy was her brother.

His name was Keziah.

Her husband's name was Jasper.

The baby's was Rhoda.
Hester was very anxious to ask questions about kidnapping, but she did not quite like to, and was, in fact, silent.
The gipsy woman noticed it after a while, and remarked upon it.

"That little dark one there," she said; "why doesn't she speak ?" Janet said something about Hester being naturally quiet and thoughtful.
"Oh, no," said the woman, "I know what it is: she's frightened of me.
She's heard stories about the gipsies stealing children and staining their faces with walnut juice; haven't you, dearie ?" Hester admitted it.
"There," said the woman, laughing triumphantly.