med in my soul to say it--the dangers
from men."

She shot up a quick glance into his face and said in a moment, "You saw
us, didn't you?"

"Yes, I saw you, and I didn't like your choice of company."

She dropped her head demurely and said, "The man?"

John hesitated. "I was speaking of the girl. I don't like the freedom
with which she carries herself in this house. Among these good and
devoted women is there no one but this--this----?"

Glory's lower lip began to show its inner side. "She's bright and lively,
that's all I care."

"But it's not all _I_ care, Glory, and if such men as that are her
friends outside----"

Glory's head went up. "What is it to me who are her friends outside?"

"Everything, if you allow yourself to meet them again."

"Well," doggedly, "I am going to meet them again. I'm going to the
Nurses' Ball on Tuesday."

John answered with deliberation, "Not in that girl's company."

"Why not?"

"I say _not_ in that girl's company."

There was a short pause, and then Glory said with a quivering mouth: "You
are vexing me, and you will end by making me cry. Don't you see you are
degrading me too? I am not used to being degraded. You see me with a weak
silly creature who hasn't an idea in her head and can do nothing but
giggle and laugh and make eyes at men, and you think I'm going to be led
away by her. Do you suppose a girl can't take care of herself?"

"As you will, then," said John, with a fling of his hand, going off down
the steps.

"Mr. Storm--Mr. Storm--Jo--Joh----"

But he was out on the pavement and getting into the workhouse van.

"Ah!" said a mincing voice beside her. "How jolly it is when anybody is
suffering for your sake!" It was Polly Love, and again her eyelids were
half covering her eyes.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," said Glory. Her own eyes were
swimming in big tear-drops.

"Don't you? What a funny girl you are! But your education has been
neglected, my dear."

It was a combination van and hearse with the coffin under the driver's
box, and John Storm (as the only discoverable mourner) with the
undertaker on the seat inside.

"Will ye be willin' ter tyke the service at the cimitery, sir?" said the
undertaker, and John answered that he would.

The grave was on the paupers' side, and when the undertaker, with his
man, had lowered the coffin to its place, he said, "They've gimme abart
three more funerals this morning, so I'll leave ye now, sir, to finish