Of all the friends that the good Anna had had in these twenty years in Bridgepoint, the good father and patient Mrs. Drehten were the only ones that were now near to Anna and with whom she could talk her troubles over.

Anna worked, and thought, and saved, and scolded, and took care of all the boarders, and of Peter and of Rags, and all the others.  There was never any end to Anna’s effort and she grew always more tired, more pale yellow, and in her face more thin and worn and worried.  Sometimes she went farther in not being well, and then she went to see Dr. Herman who had operated on good Mrs. Drehten.

The things that Anna really needed were to rest sometimes and eat more so that she could get stronger, but these were the last things that Anna could bring herself to do.  Anna could never take a rest.  She must work hard through the summer as well as through the winter, else she could never make both ends meet.  The doctor gave her medicines to make her stronger but these did not seem to do much good.

Anna grew always more tired, her headaches came oftener and harder, and she was now almost always feeling very sick.  She could not sleep much in the night.  The dogs with their noises disturbed her and everything in her body seemed to pain her.

The doctor and the good father tried often to make her give herself more care.  Mrs. Drehten told her that she surely would not get well unless for a little while she would stop working.  Anna would then promise to take care, to rest in bed a little longer and to eat more so that she would get stronger, but really how could Anna eat when she always did the cooking and was so tired of it all, before it was half ready for the table?

Anna’s only friendship now was with good Mrs. Drehten who was too gentle and too patient to make a stubborn faithful german Anna ever do the way she should, in the things that were for her own good.

Anna grew worse all through this second winter.  When the summer came the doctor said that she simply could not live on so.  He said she must go to his hospital and there he would operate upon her.  She would then be well and strong and able to work hard all next winter.

Anna for some time would not listen.  She could not do this so, for she had her house all furnished and she simply could not let it go.  At last a woman came and said she would take care of Anna’s boarders and then Anna said that she was prepared to go.

Anna went to the hospital for her operation.  Mrs. Drehten was herself not well but she came into the city, so that some friend would be with the good Anna.  Together, then, they went to this place where the doctor had done so well by Mrs. Drehten.

In a few days they had Anna ready.  Then they did the operation, and then the good Anna with her strong, strained, worn-out body died.

Mrs. Drehten sent word of her death to Miss Mathilda.

“Dear Miss Mathilda,” wrote Mrs. Drehten, “Miss Annie died in the hospital yesterday after a hard operation.  She was talking about you and Doctor and Miss Mary Wadsmith all the time.  She said she hoped you would take Peter and the little Rags to keep when you came back to America to live.  I will keep them for you here Miss Mathilda.  Miss Annie died easy, Miss Mathilda, and sent you her love.”