Chapter 25

It was snowing when she got out of the bus, a sluggish November snowfall, and it was very cold. Virginia walked rapidly down one of the side streets to her favorite market shop. She had purchases to make, and planned her list as she went along. Out of her absorption she became aware suddenly of a small dog trotting on ahead of her. He was shaggy and Scotch and with the lines of a thoroughbred, but he was dirty and draggled and he went on his way with an anxious air, running up to this person and that, then falling …