She could do nothing, of course, until the Senate had passed upon her father's case, but it was imperative that she get to work.

In a day or two, she would call on her publishers and learn how her book was selling.

She might get other commissions.
If she could not make enough money in literary work she would have to teach.

It was a dreary outlook at best, and she sighed as she thought of the ambitions that had once stirred her breast.

All the brightness seemed to have gone out of her life, her father disgraced, Jefferson now practically lost to her--only her work remained.
As she neared the cottage on her return home she caught sight of the letter carrier approaching the gate.