We must not let your goodman lie out here in the streets in this hot sunshine." "God bless you! God bless you!" cried the poor distracted woman, unspeakably thankful for any help at a time when neighbours and friends were wont alike to flee in terror from any stricken person.
"But alas and woe is me! Tell me, is this the plague ?" "I fear so," answered Dinah, who had bent over the smitten man; "but go quickly and do as I have said.

There be some amongst the sick who recover.

Lose not heart at the outset, but trust in God, and do all that thou art bidden." The woman ran quickly, and the man, who was indeed one of those forlorn creatures who, for a livelihood, were even willing to scour the streets and remove from thence those that were stricken down by death as they went their way amongst their fellows, came with her at her request, and lifting her husband into his cart, wheeled him away towards a poor alley where lay her home.
As she turned into it she looked at the three women who followed, and said: "God have mercy upon us! I would not have you adventure yourselves here.

There be but three houses in all the street where the distemper has not come, and of those, mine, which was one, must now be shut up.

Lord have mercy upon us indeed, else we be all dead men!" Dinah paused for a brief moment, and looked at her young charges.
"My children," she said, "needs must that I go where the need is so great.