The only trouble was that Anna hardly made a living.  She charged so little for her board and gave her people such good things to eat, that she could only just make both ends meet.  The good german priest to whom she always told her troubles tried to make her have the boarders pay a little higher, and Miss Mathilda always in her letters urged her to this thing, but the good Anna somehow could not do it.  Her boarders were nice men but she knew they did not have much money, and then she could not raise on those who had been with her and she could not ask the new ones to pay higher, when those who were already there were paying just what they had paid before.  So Anna let it go just as she had begun it.  She worked and worked all day and thought all night how she could save, and with all the work she just managed to keep living.  She could not make enough to lay any money by.

Anna got so little money that she had all the work to do herself.  She could not pay even the little Sally enough to keep her with her.

Not having little Sally nor having any one else working with her, made it very hard for Anna ever to go out, for she never thought that it was right to leave a house all empty.  Once in a great while of a Sunday, Sally who was now working in a factory would come and stay in the house for the good Anna, who would then go out and spend the afternoon with Mrs. Drehten.

No, Anna did not see her old friends much any more.  She went sometimes to see her half brother and his wife and her nieces, and they always came to her on her birthdays to give presents, and her half brother never left her out of his festive raisined bread giving progresses.  But these relatives of hers had never meant very much to the good Anna.  Anna always did her duty by them all, and she liked her half brother very well and the loaves of raisined bread that he supplied her were most welcome now, and Anna always gave her god daughter and her sister handsome presents, but no one in this family had ever made a way inside to Anna’s feelings.

Mrs. Lehntman she saw very rarely.  It is hard to build up new on an old friendship when in that friendship there has been bitter disillusion.  They did their best, both these women to be friends, but they were never able to again touch one another nearly.  There were too many things between them that they could not speak of, things that had never been explained nor yet forgiven.  The good Anna still did her best for foolish Julia and still every now and then saw Mrs. Lehntman, but this family had now lost all its real hold on Anna.

Mrs. Drehten was now the best friend that Anna knew.  Here there was never any more than the mingling of their sorrows.  They talked over all the time the best way for Mrs. Drehten now to do; poor Mrs. Drehten who with her chief trouble, her bad husband, had really now no way that she could do.  She just had to work and to be patient and to love her children and be very quiet.  She always had a soothing mother influence on the good Anna who with her irritable, strained, worn-out body would come and sit by Mrs. Drehten and talk all her troubles over.