not see how she could like that nasty Lena;
and then her mother would scold Mathilda, and tell her that she knew
her cousin Lena was poor and Mathilda must be good to poor people.

Mathilda Haydon did not like relations to be poor. She told all her
girl friends what she thought of Lena, and so the girls would never
talk to Lena at Mrs. Haydon's parties. But Lena in her unsuffering
and unexpectant patience never really knew that she was slighted. When
Mathilda was with her girls in the street or in the park and would see
Lena, she always turned up her nose and barely nodded to her, and then
she would tell her friends how funny her mother was to take care of
people like that Lena, and how, back in Germany, all Lena's people
lived just like pigs.

The younger daughter, the dark, large, but not fat, Bertha Haydon, who
was very quick in her mind, and in her ways, and who was the favorite
with her father, did not like Lena, either. She did not like her
because for her Lena was a fool and so stupid, and she would let those
Irish and Italian girls laugh at her and tease her, and everybody
always made fun of Lena, and Lena never got mad, or even had sense
enough to know that they were all making an awful fool of her.

Bertha Haydon hated people to be fools. Her father, too, thought Lena
was a fool, and so neither the father nor the daughter ever paid
any attention to Lena, although she came to their house every other
Sunday.

Lena did not know how all the Haydons felt. She came to her aunt's
house all her Sunday afternoons that she had out, because Mrs. Haydon
had told her she must do so. In the same way Lena always saved all of
her wages. She never thought of any way to spend it. The german cook,
the good woman who always scolded Lena, helped her to put it in the
bank each month, as soon as she got it. Sometimes before it got into
the bank to be taken care of, somebody would ask Lena for it. The
little Haydon boy sometimes asked and would get it, and sometimes some
of the girls, the ones Lena always sat with, needed some more money;
but the german cook, who always scolded Lena, saw to it that this did
not happen very often. When it did happen she would scold Lena very
sharply, and for the next few months she would not let Lena touch her
wages, but put it in the bank for her on the same day that Lena got
it.

So Lena always saved her wages, for she never thought to spend them,
and she always went to her aunt's house for he