"Not exactly to-day."
"What would do you good?"
"Nothing that you could give me, darling. I am very comfortable. I wonder to see myself so supplied with everything I can possibly want. Look at this chair! It is almost better than all the rest."
"That and the fire."
"Yes; the blessed fire! It is so good!"
"But I wish you'd get well, mother!" Rotha said with a half sigh.
Mrs. Carpenter made no answer.
"I don't see how we are going to do, if you don't get well soon," Rotha went on with a kind of impatient uneasiness. "What shall we do for money, mother? there's the rent and everything."
"You forget what you have just been reading, my child. Do you think the words mean nothing?—'The Lord is thy keeper; the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.'"
"But that don't pay rent," said Rotha.