The good Anna wanted a real graveyard for her Baby, but this could not be in a Christian country, and so Anna all alone took her old friend done up in decent wrappings and put her into the ground in some quiet place that Anna knew of.

The good Anna did not weep for poor old Baby.  Nay, she had not time even to feel lonely, for with the good Anna it was sorrow upon sorrow.  She was now no longer to keep house for Miss Mathilda.

When Anna had first come to Miss Mathilda she had known that it might only be for a few years, for Miss Mathilda was given to much wandering and often changed her home, and found new places where she went to live.  The good Anna did not then think much about this, for when she first went to Miss Mathilda she had not thought that she would like it and so she had not worried about staying.  Then in those happy years that they had been together, Anna had made herself forget it.  This last year when she knew that it was coming she had tried hard to think it would not happen.

“We won’t talk about it now Miss Mathilda, perhaps we all be dead by then,” she would say when Miss Mathilda tried to talk it over.  Or, “If we live till then Miss Mathilda, perhaps you will be staying on right here.”

No, the good Anna could not talk as if this thing were real, it was too weary to be once more left with strangers.

Both the good Anna and her cherished Miss Mathilda tried hard to think that this would not really happen.  Anna made missions and all kinds of things to keep her Miss Mathilda and Miss Mathilda thought out all the ways to see if the good Anna could not go with her, but neither the missions nor the plans had much success.  Miss Mathilda would go, and she was going far away to a new country where Anna could not live, for she would be too lonesome.

There was nothing that these two could do but part.  Perhaps we all be dead by then, the good Anna would repeat, but even that did not really happen.  If we all live till then Miss Mathilda, came out truer.  They all did live till then, all except poor old blind Baby, and they simply had to part.

Poor Anna and poor Miss Mathilda.  They could not look at each other that last day.  Anna could not keep herself busy working.  She just went in and out and sometimes scolded.

Anna could not make up her mind what she should do now for her future.  She said that she would for a while keep this little red brick house that they had lived in.  Perhaps she might just take in a few boarders.  She did not know, she would write about it later and tell it all to Miss Mathilda.

The dreary day dragged out and then all was ready and Miss Mathilda left to take her train.  Anna stood strained and pale and dry eyed on the white stone steps of the little red brick house that they had lived in.  The last thing Miss Mathilda heard was the good Anna bidding foolish Peter say good bye and be sure to remember Miss Mathilda.