\"Mafoi，\"saidtheslatternlylandladytoMadameLaurentandMicheloneday，\"Inoseehowshelive!Eat？Nothin’，nothin’，almos’，andlas’nightwhenitwassocoldandfoggy，eh？Ihav’
tomekhimbuildfire。Shemos’freeze。\"
WhereupontherumourspreadthatMissSophiewasstarvingherselftodeathtogetsomelucklessrelativeoutofjailforChristmas；
arumourwhichenvelopedherscraggylittlefigurewithakindofhalototheneighbourswhensheappearedonthestreets。
NovemberhadmergedintoDecember，andthelittlepileofcoinswasyetfarfromthesumneeded。DearGod!howthemoneydidhavetogo!Therentandthegroceriesandthecoal，though，tobesure，sheusedapreciousbitofthat。Wouldalltheworkandsavingandskimpingdogood？Maybe，yes，maybebyChristmas。