NEW LIFE IN ILLER-STREAM Winter had come.

For the inhabitants of the garret lodging the days were filled with so much regular work that the nights were always greeted with loud regrets and complaints.

They were always sorry when the day was done and no more time was left for their plans.

Agnes was especially angry and ready to spit fire from disgust at the arrival of the hated bedtime which always broke up everything.
"We lose half of our lives in sleeping," she indignantly called out several times.

"I wish you would let us sing all night long, Mother," she said.