Such dark forebodings as visited her as she lay, solitary and sad, no moans or sighs could relieve.
The family physician pronounced her case one of doubtful issue.

Frado hoped it was final.

She could not feel relentings that her former home was abandoned, and yet, should she be in need of succor could she obtain it from one who would now so grudgingly bestow it?
The family were applied to, and it was decided to take her there.

She was removed to a room built out from the main building, used formerly as a workshop, where cold and rain found unobstructed access, and here she fought with bitter reminiscences and future prospects till she became reckless of her faith and hopes and person, and half wished to end what nature seemed so tardily to take.
Aunt Abby made her frequent visits, and at last had her removed to her own apartment, where she might supply her wants, and minister to her once more in heavenly things.
Then came the family consultation.
"What is to be done with her," asked Mrs.B., "after she is moved there with Nab ?" "Send for the Dr., your brother," Mr.B.replied.
"When ?" "To-night." "To-night! and for her! Wait till morning," she continued.
"She has waited too long now; I think something should be done soon." "I doubt if she is much sick," sharply interrupted Mrs.B.
"Well, we'll see what our brother thinks." His coming was longed for by Frado, who had known him well during her long sojourn in the family; and his praise of her nice butter and cheese, from which his table was supplied, she knew he felt as well as spoke.
"You're sick, very sick," he said, quickly, after a moment's pause.
"Take good care of her, Abby, or she'll never get well.

All broken down." "Yes, it was at Mrs.Moore's," said Mrs.B., "all this was done.