GLORIA AND TREELESS STREET

_By Annie Hamilton Donnell_


1910


By ANNIE HAMILTON DONNELL




CHAPTER I.


Gloria sat in her favorite chair on the broad veranda. The shadow of the
vines made a delicate tracery over her white dress. Gloria was lazily
content. She had been comfortable and content for seventeen years.

"There's that queer little thing again, going off with her queer little
bag!" Gloria's gaze dwelt on the house across the wide street. Down its
steps a small, neat figure was tripping. Gloria recognized it as an old
sight-acquaintance.

"I wish I could find out where she goes at just the same time every day!
In all the blazing sun--ugh! I'll ask Aunt Em sometime. And that makes
me think of what I want to ask Uncle Em!" It was natural that Aunt
Em should remind one of Uncle Em. Gloria's thought of the two as the
composite guardian of her important young peace and happiness--as well