breath was no longer there. He looked through the window and hugged
Hunkie close. He was his baby sure, now. In a way that he could not
understand, it seemed as though something good had come to his mother.
Loving her as he did, he was glad, and realized not his bereavement.

The District Nurse, a day or two later, found time to attend to Gloria's
commission. It was at first a little difficult, because she did not
apply to the right party, but she persevered, as she wished to tell
Gloria in the letter she meant to write that night. She was told of
someone who might know, and to that person she repaired at her first
leisure. There she was at last successful.

But she did not write to Gloria that night. Her pen would have refused
to trace the name she had found--no, no, no, in very mercy it could
not! Poor Gloria--dear child! For already the District Nurse loved
Gloria. No, she could not tell her who it was owned Dinney's home.
Mr. McAndrew's law case concluded, that gentleman was minded to treat
himself to a little recreation. It was not fair, he said, for the women
folks to have all the fun--they were to turn to now and see that he
had his share. With Gloria's willing aid, he made out a modest little
itinerary that would give them a sight of several places of interest.

"The more the better!" Gloria said. "We're good for any number of 'em,
aren't we, auntie?"

And dear, patient Aunt Em smiled splendidly, and saw the longed-for
arrival home pushed farther away. Gloria was innocently selfish; she
could not have comprehended easily how anyone could help enjoying this
pleasant dallying from place to place.