Evidently that
break in the ceiling over the bed that had been his mother's had left a
deep impression on him.
"Wouldn't I, Dinney!" And now the girl's eyes shone. "It is a secret
worth keeping," she said.
"I should say!" answered Dinney. "And I'll find out if--if--it takes my
life, I will."
Dinney was young in years, but old in experience. His small figure now
straightened with determination, and over his face swept a look of
honest manliness far beyond his years. Gloria, looking down upon him,
felt glad she had taken him for a helper. "I wish mother had waited,"
Dinney said quietly, and then the two parted.
After her late luncheon, eaten alone, her uncle having returned to the
office, Gloria was ready for the District Nurse, who had promised to go
with her to the hospital. Aunt Em was taking a nap, so Gloria did not
disturb her. As the two walked along, Gloria's impatience broke forth
afresh.
"A coat of tar and feathers would serve the one right that allows such
things to exist!" she said.
"Don't, Gloria!" cried the nurse, in the same tone of terror she had
used in the hallway when trying to quiet Sal's mother.
"But I mean it!" said Gloria. "I don't see how the owner of that
building with all those trippy places can sleep nights.
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