Dinney was young in years, but old in experience. His small figure now
straightened with determination, and over his face swept a look of
honest manliness far beyond his years. Gloria, looking down upon him,
felt glad she had taken him for a helper. "I wish mother had waited,"
Dinney said quietly, and then the two parted.

After her late luncheon, eaten alone, her uncle having returned to the
office, Gloria was ready for the District Nurse, who had promised to go
with her to the hospital. Aunt Em was taking a nap, so Gloria did not
disturb her. As the two walked along, Gloria's impatience broke forth
afresh.

"A coat of tar and feathers would serve the one right that allows such
things to exist!" she said.

"Don't, Gloria!" cried the nurse, in the same tone of terror she had
used in the hallway when trying to quiet Sal's mother.

"But I mean it!" said Gloria. "I don't see how the owner of that
building with all those trippy places can sleep nights. Think of anyone
taking rent for a house like that! I never knew such places were allowed
in the market."

"I don't believe I would be so hard, Gloria, if I were you. Let it
rest." There was a strange note of wistful pleading in the nurse's
voice. But Gloria did not heed it.

"Let it rest? Never!" she answered.

The hospital reached, the neatly-uniformed interne who came down to