and midwife, Mrs.
Lehntman.

Anna never saw Mrs. Lehntman at all now any more.

Mrs. Lehntman had borrowed some more money and had given Anna a note
then for it all, and after that Anna never saw her any more. Anna now
stopped altogether going to the Lehntmans'. Julia, the tall, gawky,
good, blonde, stupid daughter, came often to see Anna, but she could
tell little of her mother.

It certainly did look very much as if Mrs. Lehntman had now gone
altogether bad. This was a great grief to the good Anna, but not so
great a grief as it would have been had not Miss Mathilda meant so
much to her now.

Mrs. Lehntman went from bad to worse. The doctor, the mysterious and
evil man, got into trouble doing things that were not right to do.

Mrs. Lehntman was mixed up in this affair.

It was just as bad as it could be, but they managed, both the doctor
and Mrs. Lehntman, finally to come out safe.

Everybody was so sorry about Mrs. Lehntman. She had been really a good
woman before she met this doctor, and even now she certainly had not
been really bad.

For several years now Anna never even saw her friend.

But Anna always found new people to befriend, people who, in the
kindly fashion of the poor, used up her savings and then gave promises
in place of payments. Anna never really thought that these people
would be good, but when they did not do the way they should, and when
they did not pay her back the money she had loaned, and never seemed
the better for her care, then Anna would grow bitter with the world.

No, none of them had any sense of what was the right way for them to
do. So Anna would repeat in her despair.

The poor are generous with their things. They give always what they
have, but with them to give or to receive brings with it no feeling
that they owe the giver for the gift.

Even a thrifty german Anna was ready to give all that she had saved,
and so not be sure that she would have enough to take care of herself
if she fell sick, or for old age, when she could not work. Save and
you will have the money you have saved was true only for the day of
saving, even for a thrifty german Anna. There was no certain way to
have it for old age, for the taking care of what is saved can never be
relied on, for it must always be in strangers' hands in a bank or in
investments by a friend.

And so when any day one might need life and help from others of the
working poor, there was no way a woman who had a little saved