It was a family life the good Anna very much approved and also she was much liked by them all.  With a german woman’s feeling for the masterhood in men, she was docile to the surly father and rarely rubbed him the wrong way.  To the large, worn, patient, sickly mother she was a sympathetic listener, wise in council and most efficient in her help.  The young ones too, liked her very well.  The sons teased her all the time and roared with boisterous pleasure when she gave them back sharp hits.  The girls were all so good that her scoldings here were only in the shape of good advice, sweetened with new trimmings for their hats, and ribbons, and sometimes on their birthdays, bits of jewels.

It was here that Anna came for comfort after her grievous stroke at her friend the widow, Mrs. Lehntman.  Not that Anna would tell Mrs. Drehten of this trouble.  She could never lay bare the wound that came to her through this idealised affection.  Her affair with Mrs. Lehntman was too sacred and too grievous ever to be told.  But here in this large household, in busy movement and variety in strife, she could silence the uneasiness and pain of her own wound.

The Drehtens lived out in the country in one of the wooden, ugly houses that lie in groups outside of our large cities.

The father and the sons all had their work here making beer, and the mother and her girls scoured and sewed and cooked.

On Sundays they were all washed very clean, and smelling of kitchen soap.  The sons, in their Sunday clothes, loafed around the house or in the village, and on special days went on picnics with their girls.  The daughters in their awkward, colored finery went to church most of the day and then walking with their friends.

They always came together for their supper, where Anna always was most welcome, the jolly Sunday evening supper that german people love.  Here Anna and the boys gave it to each other in sharp hits and hearty boisterous laughter, the girls made things for them to eat, and waited on them all, the mother loved all her children all the time, and the father joined in with his occasional unpleasant word that made a bitter feeling but which they had all learned to pass as if it were not said.

It was to the comfort of this house that Anna came that Sunday summer afternoon, after she had left Mrs. Lehntman and her careless ways.

The Drehten house was open all about.  No one was there but Mrs. Drehten resting in her rocking chair, out in the pleasant, scented, summer air.

Anna had had a hot walk from the cars.

She went into the kitchen for a cooling drink, and then came out and sat down on the steps near Mrs. Drehten.

Anna’s anger had changed.  A sadness had come to her.  Now with the patient, friendly, gentle mother talk of Mrs. Drehten, this sadness changed to resignation and to rest.

As the evening came on the young ones dropped in one by one.  Soon the merry Sunday evening supper was begun.