hair? What kind of eyes has she?"

"One at a time! You take my breath away," laughed Miss Winship over her
calico breadths. "Yes, she is pretty--I think you will say so. Her hair?
I'm sure I don't know what kind of hair she has. Now you may begin
again, my dear."

But Rose's eyes were wistfully musing. They were beautiful eyes, but the
rest of Rose, oh, how pinched and meager!

"I kind of thought," Rose said, "I didn't know but--there now, the
idea! Of course I don't want her to be like me!" Rose's voice quivered.
"I'd be ashamed of myself to want her to be like me. I was only
thinking, that's all. It isn't bad to think, is it? And anyway, we're
both Rosies, you say. But they call her Gloria. But she has Rose for one
name. I've got that to be glad of!"

Snip--snip--the scissors cut steadily through the crisp cotton goods.
"Yes, indeed, you've got that!" the District Nurse said with loving
tenderness. She did not look up from her work; at that minute she did
not want to see the small, stunted figure sewing tiny sleeves for
Dinney's baby.




CHAPTER V.

It was a beautiful morning, and Gloria and the cat were occupying the
broad piazza. At last Abou Ben Adhem slid with a soft thud to the piazza