It was too bad that I should have to toil and toil and not make nearly enough money after all.

So she would go to work and earn something with her own hands.
She had heard of an establishment in the city, where ladies of limited means, or transiently impecunious, could, in a very quiet and private way, get sewing to do.

They could thus provide for their needs without any one but the officers of the institution knowing anything about it.
So Euphemia went to this place, and she got some work.

It was not a very large bundle, but it was larger than she had been accustomed to carry, and, what was perfectly dreadful, it was wrapped up in a newspaper! When Euphemia told me the story, she said that this was too much for her courage.

She could not go on the cars, and perhaps meet people belonging to our church, with a newspaper bundle under her arm.
But her genius for expedients saved her from this humiliation.