"There's a girl named Rosie with eyes like mine, on Pleasant Street!"
she cried. "A boy told me so. I hate that street!" She got up suddenly
and went away.
The two left behind exchanged glances. Aunt Em's eyes were troubled.
"Walter, whatever started the child up to go round exploring streets?"
she said.
"Goodness knows! But don't get worked up over nothing."
"Poor child--you know I've always felt just the way she does, Walter."
Aunt Em's gentle sigh came once more.
The next morning Aunt Em appeared in Gloria's room before that leisurely
young person had decided to get up. She was lying in one of the pleasant
intervals between dozes, drowsily conscious that the sunshine was
streaming across her feet in a warm flood, and that somewhere children
were playing.
'"Lazy girl!" cried Aunt Em in the door. The lazy girl turned without
surprise. She was used to early visits. "Perhaps you might like to know
the time of day--"
"Oh, say it's 'most bedtime, auntie, then I won't have to get up at
all!"
"Nine o'clock!"
Gloria laughed. "Call that late! Why, it might be ten, eleven, twelve!
Besides, I had to make up for my nightmares--auntie, I spent nearly all
night walking up Treeless Street.
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