IT was a very dismal old house, and it stood in a narrow alley in the great city. The doors were broken, and the windows were broken, and many of them stuffed with old garments to keep out the cold. In one of the gloomiest rooms, a little girl, about seven years old, was sitting on a straw bed on the floor. The street lamps had just been lighted, and shone into the room and brightened it up a little. But Katy Hunter still sat with her face buried in the old quilt, crying bitterly and saying, "Oh, mamma, come back! Oh, don't leave me alone!"…
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