Annette looked uneasy. She had never seen Margaret look as she looked now. She knew that bad news was coming.
"My dear, good, kind friend, I must go away from you," said Margaret, and her voice trembled.
Annette gazed speechlessly into Margaret's face.
"Oh, Miss Margaret, what is it? Is it that you must go home?"
Margaret shook her head. "No, Mrs. Reutner, I have no expectation of leaving Chicago; but I must find another home. It is not best for me to live in your house any longer."
Great tears rolled down Annette's face, and she sobbed: "Oh, Miss Margaret, is it nothing we can do to make all better for you. It will break the father's heart and the little ones'. Will you not tell us? We have much more money now; we can buy all for you, if you will only show us how it is to be;" and Annette cried heartily.
Margaret was distressed. It seemed disloyal to Karl to give her reason; cruel to Annette and Wilhelm to withhold it. She remained silent for some time. Annette sobbed again a few broken words; "Miss Margaret, you do not know what it is to the house that you are in it. Karl said, only yesterday, that you were the good angel to each one in the house. Tell us, Miss Margaret. Is it that you must have larger rooms? Wilhelm will build all you want,—one, two, more."
The mention of Karl's name gave Margaret more strength to proceed.
