Chapter 33: A New Home

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​⁠Dainty dragged herself slowly along the snowy street, almost exhausted by the weight of the hand-bag; and she wondered pathetically if it might not be best to follow her mother's example, and seek refuge from life's woes by the straight gate of death?

"Dear mother, if I only knew where to find the lonely grave where strangers laid you, I would stretch myself upon it and die!" she sobbed, the tears