"I guess Jim will have to roost on a flour-barrel at Munsey's store the rest of his days; but as long as he belongs to me, it don't make so much difference." Eva had taken up an agency for a cosmetic which was manufactured by a woman in Rowe.

She had one window of the north parlor in the Tenny cottage, which had been given up to her when she married Jim, filled with the little pink boxes containing the "Fairy Cream," and a great sign, but the trade languished.

Both Eva and Jim had tried in vain to obtain employment in factories in other towns.
Lloyd's had not reopened, although it was April, and Andrew was drawing on his savings.

Fanny had surreptitiously answered an advertisement purporting to give instructions to women as to the earning of large sums of money at home, and was engaged with a stock of glass and paints which she hurriedly swept out of sight when any one's shadow passed the window, and later she found herself to be the victim of a small swindling conspiracy, and lost the dollar which she had invested.

But Ellen knew nothing of all this.