The other apartments were still occupied by abandoned women; but of this fact Mrs.Wentworth was not aware.
As she looked at the room a feeling of indescribable sadness crept over her, and a sigh of bitterness burst from her throbbing bosom.

It was, however, not to be helped; she had already paid the rent, and was compelled to keep it for the month.

Sadly she left the room, and locking it after her, repaired to a store to purchase a few necessary articles of furniture.
On entering a store, the first person she saw was Mr.Swartz, who had, by this time, risen from the lowly position of a grocer to that of a "General wholesale and retail merchant," as the sign over his door very pompously announced.
Mr.Swartz remained on his seat at her entrance, barely raising his eyes to sec who had entered.

She stood for a few moments, when, seeing that no one appeared to notice her presence, she walked up to him and informed him that she wished to purchase a few pieces of furniture.
"Vot kind do you vant ?" he inquired, without moving from his seat.
"A small bedstead, three or four chairs, a table and a washstand," she answered.
"Look at them and see vich you like te best," he said, "and I vill tell you te brice." After a little search, Mrs.Wentworth selected the plainest and most homely she could find of all the articles she desired, and, turning to him, inquired what the price would be.
"Te pedstead is forty tollars; te chairs is three tollars apiece; te taple is twenty tollars; and to washstand is fourteen," he replied.
"And how much will that amount to, altogether ?" she asked.
"Eighty-six tollars," he responded.
"Can you take no less, sir ?" she asked.
"No, ma'am," he answered.

"I have put one brice, and if you don't vant to pay it you can leave it." Taking out the desired amount, she paid him without making any further remark, and requested that they would be sent after her.