“I will beg for work from door to door,” she said.  “Surely in this Christian city there must be those who will give me work; and that is all I ask.”

The sleek, comfortable man, in his well-appointed office, was touched slightly, and said in a voice that was not so gruff as he at first had intended it should be: 

“Well, I will wait a week or two longer.  If then you cannot pay something on what is already due, my duty to my employers will compel me to take the usual course.  You have told me all along that your husband would surely return, and I have hated to say a word to discourage you; but I fear you will have to bring yourself to face the truth and act accordingly, as so many others have done.  I know it’s very hard for you, but I am held responsible by my employer, and at my intercession he has been lenient, as you must admit.  You could get a room or two in town for half what you must pay where you are.  Good-morning.”

She went out again into the street, which the shrouded sky made sombre in spite of preparations seen on every side for the chief festival of the year.  The fear was growing strong that like Him in whose memory the day was honored, she and her little ones might soon not know where to lay their heads.  She succeeded in getting the small sum owed to her and payment also for some sewing just finished.  More work she could not readily obtain, for every one was busy and preoccupied by the coming day of gladness.

“Call again,” some said kindly or carelessly, according to their nature.  “After the holidays are over we will try to have or make some work for you.”

“But I need—­I must have work now,” she ventured to say whenever she had the chance.

In response to this appeal there were a few offers of charity, small indeed, but from which she drew back with an instinct so strong that it could not be overcome.  On every side she heard the same story.  The times were very hard; requests for work and aid had been so frequent that purses and patience were exhausted.  Moreover, people had spent their Christmas money on their households and friends, and were already beginning to feel poor.

At last she obtained a little work, and having made a few purchases of that which was absolutely essential, she was about to drag her weary feet homeward when the thought occurred to her that the children would want to hang up their stockings at night; and she murmured:  “It may be the last chance I shall ever have to put a Christmas gift in them.  Oh, that I were stronger!  Oh, that I could take my sorrow more as others seem to take theirs!  But I cannot, I cannot!  My burden is greater than I can bear.  The cold of this awful day is chilling my very heart, and my grief, as hope dies, is crushing my soul.  Oh, he must be dead, he must be dead!  That is what they all think.  God help my little ones!  Oh, what will become of them if I sink, as I fear I shall!  If it were not for them I feel as if I would fall and die here in the street.  Well, be our fate what it may, they shall owe to me one more gleam of happiness;” and she went into a confectioner’s shop and bought a few ornamented cakes.  These were the only gifts she could afford, and they must be in the form of food.