She spent the better part of the day scraping up whatever money she could. She sold the gowns for a fairly good price, not losing much money because they weren't ever worn. Then she sold things like the fancy flatware her father had given her, nick knacks, stupid things that wouldn't necessarily make a house a home. Then she counted the money and breathed a sigh of relief. They could find a place to stay, a flat perhaps, and they would be fine.

She then bought stuff for dinner and decided they would celebrate. She stretched the coin she used to buy a chicken, which she turned into a roasted dinner with mashed potatoes, gravy, bread, vegetables from the garden that Tilly kept, herbs from the same garden flavoring said chicken... There was even a cherry tart that she baked.

Hopefully there would be more good news to celebrate when he got to the house.