For a moment, the sick woman made no reply, but her lips trembled with emotion, and at length she said sadly:
"I fear I shall never be well again."
"Oh, yes; be cheerful. I promise that you shall want for nothing at the Home."
"Can my child go with me there?"
"Yes, you will need her there, as you do here."
"But I have no money."
"There is none needed. Just promise to go, and I'll see that you are removed at once."
Reluctantly and tearfully Mrs. Moses at last yielded to the matron's entreaties, repeatedly assuring her that she would endeavor to pay her, when she should regain her health and strength.
Mrs. Marshall remained a while, awaiting the return of the little child. At length she came bounding in with a bright, happy face, holding aloft the coveted bun, and exclaiming wildly, "See, mamma! here it is, nice and warm. Eat it, mamma!"
The matron then departed, promising to make immediate preparations for the mother's speedy removal.