midnight
It was Mrs. Lang . The good lady who had befriended her was suddenly taken ill , and as suddenly died . Mrs. Lang , with her daughter , left the house , and , hiring a small room at an exorbitant rent , endeavored , by the use of her needle , to live . She labored hard ; the morning 's first light found her at her task , and midnight 's silent hour often found her there . The daughter too was there ; together they labored , and together shared the joys and sorrows of a worse than widowed and orphaned state . Naturally of a feeble constitution , Mrs. Lang could not long bear up under that labor , and fell . Then that daughter was as a ministering angel , attending and watching over her , and anticipating her every want .