s don't stay mended. Maybe they
don't."

Gloria sat looking straight in front of her. What a world it was,
compared with her own world! At last she said in a low tone:

"Did they mend the ceiling?"

"No," answered Rose. "But then, it don't matter. She died soon after,
you know. The hole is there yet." Gloria rose; she was growing anxious
for a change. Something seemed somehow choking her.

Out in the hall an angry voice was suddenly heard. It was a woman's
voice pitched high.

"I tell yez, I'll have the law on thim! It's toime somebody was afther
doin' on't, an' it's up to me, with me poor Sal lyin' in the hospital!
The one that owns this house is a murdherer! I'll tell yez, it's the
truth!"

Gloria was standing with eyes wide opened and face flushed. She drew a
quick breath of relief as she heard the voice of the District Nurse.

"Oh, hush! Do hush!" the District Nurse pleaded, and there seemed an
agony of fear mingled with the words.

Then came in still angrier tones:

"Hush, is it! Oh, yes, it's hush wid you as wid them all! I tell yez
I'll have the law! I'll foind the murdherin' crachure before I'm a
day older! You needn't be hushin' av me up! I'm goin' now; it's toime
somebody wint!"

Gloria heard the shuffling of the angry woman's feet, but the nurse
evidently followed her, as she did not enter the room.

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
scissors fell upon the cat dozing near. "Something is the matter or he
would never have come home in this boiling sun."

"What is it, dear?" she asked, as the middle-aged, slightly bent figure
toiled up the steps exhaustedly.

"Where is Gloria?" was Mr. McAndrew's reply, as he dropped with a sigh
of relief into one of the piazza chairs.

"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 sh