"Gone with Miss--I can't think of her name--the District Nurse. She
would go--you mustn't blame me. Ask about Ben if she wasn't the settest
little thing!"

"I was afraid so--felt it in my bones. Now, why," groaned the lawyer,
"must she have selected today? And here I've come up home at the risk of
my life all to no end! I wanted to make sure she wasn't poking round in
that miserable street today, of all days--and you have to tell me she
_is!_"

"You mustn't blame me," his wife repeated mildly. "You know yourself
when Glory's _set_--"

"Yes, but you ought to have been set, too! Why didn't you put your foot
down that she shouldn't go off to such a foolish place? No knowing what
mischief it has done!"




CHAPTER VI.

It was on the day of Gloria's visit with the District Nurse that Mr.
McAndrew came home to luncheon, which was rather an unusual proceeding
for the busy attorney during hot weather. Mrs. McAndrew, seated with her
mending on the shady piazza, could see a worried expression upon her
husband's face even before he reached the steps.

"Something is the matter," she said, rising hastily, while spools and