And most of them having felt the day more or less a burden, were now going home to heaven for the night.
Annie, having no home, was amongst the few exceptions.

Dispirited and hopeless--a terrible condition for a child--she wondered how Alec Forbes could be so merry.

But he had had his evil things, and they were over; while hers were all about her still.

She had but one comfort left--that no one would prevent her from creeping up to her own desolate garret, which was now the dreary substitute for Brownie's stall.

Thither the persecuting boys were not likely to follow her.