the two of them.

"Well, guess one, then?"

"A--jimmy!"

"Gracious!" laughed the Small Person. "Do I look as bad as that? No,"
growing suddenly quite grave, "you will have to guess again. I'll give
you a cue--absorbent cotton."

"Absorb--" began Gloria in surprise, but stopped. The bag was open
under her eyes. She caught a confused glimpse of bottles and rolls of
something carefully done up in white tissue, of a dark blue pasteboard
box with a red cross on the visible end, of curiously-shaped scissors.

"See any jimmy?" queried the one beside her.

"No, but I don't know what I _do_ see."

"My dear--there's our car! Let me introduce you. The workbag, if you
please, of the District Nurse, Mary Winship. I have not the pleasure--"

"Gloria Abercrombie," bowed Gloria politely, but her eyes danced. She
liked this small, neat Mary Winship. They got into the car together.

"I live right across the street," Gloria added, when they were safely
seated.

"So do I! I've seen you over there rocking a magnificent gray cat. Does
it feel good?"

"The cat--Abou Ben Adhem? He's the warmest, softest thing!"

"No, sitting. I hardly ever do it, so I'm not a good judge. You always
look so rested over there--it rests me to see you."

The pleasant laugh jostled with the lurching of the car; it had the
effect of being tremulous with some emotion, but there was nothing
tremulous about the placid face beside Gloria.

"You poor dear!" Gloria burst out impetuously. "How tired to pieces you
must get! I've pitied you every one of these hot days."

"Don't!" smiled the other. "Pity my poor folks. Why, here's my street so
soon!" She clambered down with her heavy bag and nodded back.

Gloria watched her trip away. The street she had stopped at was not a
pleasant looking one; Gloria had time to see that it was lined with
houses that leaned toward each other in an unattractive manner. And the
children--the swift impression Gloria got was of a street lined, too,
with little unattractive children.

"Not a tree on it," she mused as the car jolted her on to Uncle Em's.
"Think of no trees! And whole mobs of children, and such a day as this!"
It was terribly hot. "I wonder what a District Nurse is? Well, I like
'em!"

Arrived at the great building among whose offices was that of Walter
McAndrew, Attorney-at-Law, Gloria's thoughts were turned into a new
channel. She remembered that she had come down town on important
business, and it was up