Fanny drank the whiskey and water and went to bed, half stupefied, and Mrs.Zelotes went home.
"You ring the bell in the night if she's taken worse, and I'll come over," said she to her son.
When Ellen and her father were left alone they looked at each other, each with pity for the other.

Andrew laid a tender, trembling hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Somehow it will all come out right," he whispered.

"You go to bed and go to sleep, and if Amabel wakes up and makes any trouble you speak to father." "Don't worry about me, father," returned Ellen.

"It's you who have the most to worry over." Then she added--for the canker of need of money was eating her soul, too--"Father, what is going to be done?
You can't pay all that for poor Aunt Eva.