But this sudden change troubled her a little for all that.
The next day the McTeagues moved for a second time.

It did not take them long.

They were obliged to buy the bed from the landlady, a circumstance which nearly broke Trina's heart; and this bed, a couple of chairs, Trina's trunk, an ornament or two, the oil stove, and some plates and kitchen ware were all that they could call their own now; and this back room in that wretched house with its grisly memories, the one window looking out into a grimy maze of back yards and broken sheds, was what they now knew as their home.
The McTeagues now began to sink rapidly lower and lower.

They became accustomed to their surroundings.

Worst of all, Trina lost her pretty ways and her good looks.