You can hardly imagine a person more friendless than I am.

We went away from Canada, when my father's health failed, to try the climate of Italy, by the doctor's advice.

His death has left me not only friendless but poor." She paused, and took a leather letter-case from the pocket of the large gray cloak which the nurse had lent to her.

"My prospects in life," she resumed, "are all contained in this little case.

Here is the one treasure I contrived to conceal when I was robbed of my other things." Mercy could just see the letter-case as Grace held it up in the deepening obscurity of the room.