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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."
Walter McAndrew, Attorney-at-Law, was in rather frequent demand in distant places, when the services of an especially acute lawyer were in demand. When these "cases," as Gloria termed them, called him to locations worth visiting, Mr. McAndrews delighted in taking his wife and ward with him.
"There's young McAndrew: he was sent to an outpost up the Mackenzie his second year in the service, where he was all but starved, and had to live for about two weeks on boiled parchment. Then there's poor Forrester: he was shipped off to a place the name of which I never could remember somewhere between the head-waters of the Athabasca Lake and the North Pole.
He turned away to cross the parade ground, followed by the faithful Terence and myself. Others gathered about him: McAndrew, who, for all his sourness, was true; Swein Poulsson, who would have died for the Colonel; John Duff, and some twenty more, including Saunders, whose affection had not been killed, though Clark had nearly hanged him among the prairies.
Gloria's face was good to see; it was grave with purpose, but the light of youth and happiness softly irradiated the gravity. But the studied simplicity of the girl's costume that morning rather surprised Mrs. McAndrew as her eyes fell upon it. Gloria laughed. "Aunt Em, you're unprepared for the grown-up appearance of the new District Nurse," she said.
He turned away to cross the parade ground, followed by the faithful Terence and myself. Others gathered about him: McAndrew, who, for all his sourness, was true; Swein Poulsson, who would have died for the Colonel; John Duff, and some twenty more, including Saunders, whose affection had not been killed, though Clark had nearly hanged him among the prairies.
She was looking straight into her guardian's eyes. "I don't suppose you could have helped it. It was my property and you kept it in trust. But " There was a little wail, and the girl buried her face in her hands and burst into sobs. "Gloria, don't!" begged Mr. McAndrew, while his wife let the tears of sympathy drip slowly from her face. "I could have helped it I could have helped it!
"You know yourself when Glory's set " "Yes, but you ought to have been set, too! Why didn't you put your foot down that she shouldn't go off to such a foolish place? No knowing what mischief it has done!" 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.
She went in unceremoniously; it was one of her favorite visiting-places. Mr. McAndrew looked up and gravely bowed. "Take a seat, madam, and I will be at liberty in a few moments," he began politely. But "Madam's" small, white hand, placed over his lips, interrupted. "You are at liberty now this minute, Uncle Em!" said Gloria.
But they told how I had thought of digging the hole under the logs a happy circumstance which got me a reputation for wisdom beyond my years. There was a certain Scotchman at Harrodstown called McAndrew, and it was he gave me the nickname "Canny Davy," and I grew to have a sort of precocious fame in the station.
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