If Mrs.Gordon should happen to hear that he had turned out the sick woman, he could then inform her how feelingly he had pointed out to her the wickedness of her conduct, which he thought would sound exceedingly well.
"Mrs.Redburn," he continued, "I will give you till this time to-morrow to get out of the house; if you are not gone then, I shall be under the painful necessity of removing your goods into the street.

Good morning;" and Dr.Flynch turned upon his heel, and walked out of the room.
"My poor child! what will become of us ?" sobbed the sick woman, as she grasped Katy's hand, and pressed it to her bosom with convulsive energy.
"Don't cry, mother; something can be done.

I will go and see Mrs.
Gordon, and beg her to let you stay here." "You must not do that; Dr.Flynch told me, if I troubled her about the house, I should not stay in it another minute, even if I paid the rent." "He is a bad man, mother; and I don't believe Mrs.Gordon knows what he does here." "There is one thing more we can do, Katy," continued Mrs.Redburn, wiping away her tears, and taking from under her pillow a heavy silver watch.

"This was your father's; but we must sell it now.

It is all we have left." "I should hate to have that sold, mother." "We must sell it, or pawn it." "We will pawn it then." "How shall we do it?
I have not strength to rise, and they will cheat you if you offer it." "I will tell you what I can do, mother; I will get Simon Sneed to go with me to the pawnbroker's shop.