But only scorn and pity for those who are homeless because they choose to be, and are foolish enough to like it.
Mercy had never before felt the sensation of being a homeless wanderer.
She was utterly unprepared for it.

All through the breaking up of their home and the preparations for their journey, she had been buoyed up by excitement and anticipation.

Much as she had grieved to part from some of the friends of her early life, and to leave the old home in which she was born, there was still a certain sense of elation in the prospect of new scenes and new people.

She had felt, without realizing it, a most unreasonable confidence that it was to be at once a change from one home to another home.

In her native town, she had had a position of importance.
Their house was the best house in the town; judged by the simple standards of a Cape Cod village, they were well-to-do.