CHAPTER SEVENTEENTH.
THE EJECTMENT Mrs.Wentworth knew not where to go to procure money to pay the rent, and when she asked Mr.Elder to give her time to procure either the means of paying him, or to procure another place to stay, she did so only to avert the threatened ejectment for a brief period.

Nor did she know where to procure another shelter.

There was no one in the town that she knew from whom she could have obtained a room to rent, unless the money was paid in advance.
After Mr.Elder's departure, she fell on her knees and prayed for help, but she did so only from habit, not with the belief that an Omnipotent arm would be stretched out to aid her.

There she knelt and prayed, until the thought of her sick child flashed across her brain, and rising, she stooped over and enquired how she felt.
"The same way," answered Ella.

"I feel very hot, and my throat is quite parched." "You have got the fever, darling," said Mrs.Wentworth.--"Is there anything I can do for you ?" "Nothing," replied Ella, "except," she continued, "you could get me something sweet to take this bitter taste from my mouth." A pang shot through Mrs.Wentworth's heart as she replied, "I cannot get anything just now.