Aunt Abby's nursing had the desired effect, and she slowly improved.

As soon as she was able to be moved, the kind Mrs.
Moore took her to her home again, and completed what Aunt Abby had so well commenced.

Not that she was well, or ever would be; but she had recovered so far as rendered it hopeful she might provide for her own wants.

The clergyman at whose house she was taken sick, was now seeking some one to watch his sick children, and as soon as he heard of her recovery, again asked for her services.
What seemed so light and easy to others, was too much for Frado; and it became necessary to ask once more where the sick should find an asylum.
All felt that the place where her declining health began, should be the place of relief; so they applied once more for a shelter.
"No," exclaimed the indignant Mrs.B., "she shall never come under this roof again; never! never!" she repeated, as if each repetition were a bolt to prevent admission.
One only resource; the public must pay the expense.

So she was removed to the home of two maidens, (old,) who had principle enough to be willing to earn the money a charitable public disburses.
Three years of weary sickness wasted her, without extinguishing a life apparently so feeble.