She had every day her busy time. She cooked and saved and sewed and
scrubbed and scolded. And every night she had her happy time, in
seeing her Doctor like the fine things she bought so cheap and cooked
so good for him to eat. And then he would listen and laugh so loud, as
she told him stories of what had happened on that day.

The Doctor, too, liked it better all the time and several times in
these five years he had of his own motion raised her wages.

Anna was content with what she had and grateful for all her doctor did
for her.

So Anna's serving and her giving life went on, each with its varied
pleasures and its pains.

The adopting of the little boy did not put an end to Anna's friendship
for the widow Mrs. Lehntman. Neither the good Anna nor the careless
Mrs. Lehntman would give each other up excepting for the gravest
cause.

Mrs. Lehntman was the only romance Anna ever knew. A certain magnetic
brilliancy in person and in manner made Mrs. Lehntman a woman other
women loved. Then, too, she was generous and good and honest, though
she was so careless always in her ways. And then she trusted Anna and
liked her better than any of her other friends, and Anna always felt
this very much.

No, Anna could not give up Mrs. Lehntman, and soon she was busier than
before making Julia do things right for little Johnny.