Katy Hunter's homes

CHAPTER I.

ALONE IN THE WORLD.

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 li...