The Old House in the City by Agnes Giberne

AND as the light of dawn came into the garret, which for so many months had formed Job's home,-came resting in dull shades of gray upon the wall, and upon the face that lay so calm in death, and upon the outlines of the old warrior's face, still to be seen over the fireplace,-as the light increased, Leveson rose to leave. He would take little Ailie, twice-orphaned child, home with him. Where else could she go?

But the door creaked slowly open, and a woman stood there,-a haggard faded woman, walking with difficulty, dressed in rags, footsore and poverty-stricken.