listening to the dying away of the footsteps of the angry mother of
Sal, the woman vowing vengeance on the one who could leave a house to
tumble down over people's heads. And in with the angry tones were the
protesting ones of the District Nurse.

A few moments later Rose's door opened, and the District Nurse, flushed
and worried, entered.

"Sal's mother has been drinking, and she's wild over the accident," she
said in tones as steady as she could make them. But Gloria saw that she
was strangely wrought up.

"Drink or no drink," said Gloria, with a bridling of her head. "I should
think a mother had cause to be worked up over an accident like that." A
look of hauteur was on the young girl's face. "That such things can be,
and no note taken of them, is a disgrace to the century."

The nurse's face paled, as she looked into Gloria's eyes.

"Don't, Gloria, don't!" she said pleadingly. "It is pitiful enough.
Don't--" she stopped.

"And may not one even utter a protest against the existence of such a
thing?" said Gloria. "Well, I shall go to the hospital and see Sal. I
can at least do that."

"It can hardly do any good," said the nurse in a discouraged tone. "But
if you really wish to go, Gloria, I will go with you."

"Very well," said Gloria, "we will go just as soon as we get rested