"We decided last night, dear. You know how Uncle Walter loves to take us
along."
"Will it be a nice long case? Say yes!"
"Yes," smiled the elder woman, "three or four weeks, probably, and maybe
longer. You never can tell how long lawyers will be, threshing out
justice."
"Where? Where? Oh, I call this fine!" Gloria was pulling out the
contents of a bureau drawer. "Where are we going, auntie?"
"To Cheyenne. Gloria, what in the world are you up to?"
"Packing. Cheyenne! I'll dress in a jiffy, auntie, and when I've got my
trunk packed I'll pack you."
CHAPTER III.
Walter McAndrew, Attorney-at-Law, was in rather frequent demand in
distant places, when the services of an especially acute lawyer were
in demand. When these "cases," as Gloria termed them, called him to
locations worth visiting, Mr. McAndrews delighted in taking his wife
and ward with him. The evening preceding the packing-scene in Gloria's
bedroom, he and his good wife had come to the rapid decision that a
trip to the West just now would be good for Gloria--more likely than
anything else to eradicate impressions of unpleasant Pleasant Street.
Gloria's impressions were apt to come and go easily, they reasoned, and
it was important for this one to go.
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