"Käthi was expelled soon after, but Daisy was allowed to stay on because her mamma had subscribed to the new school buildings. But it did her no good. Not any decent girl would speak to her again. What I have lived through. Think of it! Then I came here to Halewitz. Ah, and how I love it! though I have my troubles, even here." She paused and gave him a shy entreating glance, as if she would say, "I know who has only to speak one word to free me from them."
He laughed and stretched himself; and then thought with embarrassment of the other woman who had come into his house to disturb its peace.
"We all have our troubles, my dear," he said.
"You, too?" she asked, lifting her eyes to him in alarm.
"More than enough, my child."
"Yes, yes, I know," she sighed. "Grandmamma is always talking about it."
"About what?"
"About your having more debts than you have hairs on your head, and that you often don't know on Saturdays where to get money to pay the wages."
"Our dear respected grandmamma is an old chatterbox."
"But if s true, isn't it?"