after luncheon."

At the corner near Gloria's home, the District Nurse bade Gloria
good-by, as she had an errand to do on her way home. Gloria watched her
to a car. Then she turned and made her own way back to Treeless Street.
It was on the corner near No. 80 that she came upon the very one she was
wishing for.

"Oh, Dinney, I am so glad to find you! I want your help. You are a good
business man, and I want you to do something for me."

"I a good business man?" said Dinney, grinning from ear to ear. "I
should say! What's your business, Miss?" And having said this, he
doubled up with droll laughter.

"Don't!" said Gloria, laying her hand beseechingly upon him. "I am
really in earnest."

Dinney straightened, and then in as decorous a manner as he could
command, said:

"I'm your man for business."

"Very well. Now, Dinney, you're listening. I want you--to--find--out,"
said Gloria, impressively speaking each word distinctly, "who it is that
owns No. 80. I want you to find it out, and I want you to tell me and
_no one else_. If you will find out and _promise_ not to tell _anyone
else_, and will come to me with the name, then I will give you a
_five-dollar gold piece_."