The morning sun would shine upon them again, bringing another day of want and wretchedness, but the poor girl banished her fears, trusting for the morrow to Him who feedeth the hungry raven, and tempereth the wind to the shorn lamb.
She laid her head upon her pillow that night, not to sleep for many a weary hour, but to think of the future; not of its sorrows and treasured ills, but of the golden opportunities it would afford her to do something for her sick mother.

At one o'clock the next day Dr.
Flynch would come for the rent again and her mother could not pay him.
She felt assured he was cold and cruel enough to execute his wicked threat to turn them out of the house, though her mother had not been off her bed for many weeks.

What could be done?
They could not pay the rent; that was impossible; and she regarded it as just as impossible to melt the heart of Dr.Flynch.But long before she went to sleep she had decided what to do.
Worn out with fatigue and anxiety, she did not wake till a late hour; and her mother, who had kept a weary vigil all night, was glad to see her sleep so well, and did not arouse her.

She was refreshed by her deep slumbers, and got up feeling like a new creature.

She had scarcely made a fire and put on the tea-kettle, before a knock at the door startled her.