No, while the good Anna did not come to open fight she had been
stronger. Now Mrs. Lehntman could always hold out longer. She knew
too, that Anna had a feeling heart. Anna could never stop doing all
she could for any one that really needed help. Poor Anna had no power
to say no.

And then, too, Mrs. Lehntman was the only romance Anna ever knew.
Romance is the ideal in one's life and it is very lonely living with
it lost.

So the good Anna gave all her savings for this place, although she
knew that this was not the right way for her friend to do.

For some time now they were all very busy fixing up the house. It
swallowed all Anna's savings fixing up this house, for when Anna once
began to make it nice, she could not leave it be until it was as good
as for the purpose it should be.

Somehow it was Anna now that really took the interest in the house.
Mrs. Lehntman, now the thing was done seemed very lifeless, without
interest in the house, uneasy in her mind and restless in her ways,
and more diffuse even than before in her attention. She was good and
kind to all the people in her house, and let them do whatever they
thought best.

Anna did not fail to see that Mrs. Lehntman had something on her mind
that was all new. What was it that disturbed Mrs. Lehntman so? She
kept on saying it was all in Anna's head. She had no trouble now at
all. Everybody was so good and it was all so nice in the new house.