In the growth of the women she found her greatest joy. “The women are learning,” she said in the same letter, “and I feel that God is making them zealous for the souls of others. I watch anxiously for improvements in their characters and two or three of them give me secret pleasure by their signs of unselfishness and spiritual growth.”
Another letter to Mrs. Joyce tells of the way in which the members of the Training School were given practical work in connection with their studies: “Every day I call upon the farther advanced pupils to work. Two go out with the girls to teach in the two day schools of the city, the other two take charge of the industrial work. So every afternoon they have two hours of work to do. On Sunday I send them to the two chapels in the morning and I go with the first two one week and with the other two the next week. On every Tuesday I send out all women except three, at three o’clock, to invite our neighbours to our class-meeting. The three who stay at home are to entertain those who come. Every Tuesday we get from twenty to forty outsiders to listen to the gospel. Yesterday afternoon several pupils told the guests how they learned to know the loving Father.” One of her former teachers at Folts Institute, who visited her at this time, wrote that she knew not which to admire more, “the whole-souled devotion of the teacher, or that of the women students.”
Miss Stone’s health did not permit her to do as much itinerant work as she desired, but in the summer of 1905, during the vacation of the Bible Women’s Training School, she made a trip of some weeks, visiting every station in the district. Itinerating in China is a process worthy of its name, as all bedding, food, and housekeeping materials must be carried along. But Anna was feeling well, and the very day after the work of the Training School closed she and her mother set out. At every city she reported that they “had a very good opportunity to work among the women,” or that “many women showed a great interest in listening.” Her father had been the first Christian preacher at one place which they visited, and had worked there for many years; another city was that in which the Stone’s old family homestead was located, so she and her mother were sure of a welcome. “We had hardly any time to ourselves,” she wrote. “So many people came to see us, and mistook me for my sister. Mother welcomed all callers and talked with them most of the time. Among these there were people from the opposite village who came over to destroy our house in 1900. I think they are quite ashamed of the act now.”