One little sentence had done it.
There was no more trouble.

Philip had found coal.

That meant relief.
That meant fortune.

A great weight was taken off, and the spirits of the whole household rose magically.

Good Money! beautiful demon of Money, what an enchanter thou art! Ruth felt that she was of less consequence in the household, now that Philip had found Coal, and perhaps she was not sorry to feel so.
Mr.Bolton was ten years younger the next morning.