CHAPTER XXIIA cool breeze had risen, and the oppression of the day was gone. She stepped out into the street with a lightness and finality as if she were stepping into a new life. Nothing had done her as much good as giving that old black serge to the Salvation Army. Not that she had anything against the serge. It was neat and well made and fitted her, but it seemed somehow to be a sort of symbol of her old life of time-serving, and she enjoyed the thought that she had nothing now but these new beautiful things, and she wouldn’t have to save them, because she hadn’t anything else to wear. Oh, doubtless she would buy some plain things to wear everyday when she got somewhere, but now her life called for new and beautiful things, for she was going to be a new creature. She walked down a wide,
