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"Plenty of good times going, but they all go right by. I ain't never in any of 'em!" "Glory McWhirk!" chided the directress, "be quiet! Remember the rules, or leave the room." "Call that red-headed girl to me," said Miss Henderson, turning square round from the dirty figure that was presenting itself before her, and addressing the desk.
Rosa McWhirk and her baby of a day old were buried the week after, together; and then there was nothing left for Glory and her helpless grandmother but the poorhouse as a present refuge; and to the one death, that ends all, and to the other a life of rough and unremitting work to look to for by and by.
They should think Mr. Gartney would dispute the will. It couldn't be a very hard matter, most likely, to set it aside. All that farm, and the Old Homestead, and her money in the bank, going to that Glory McWhirk! Why, it was just ridiculous. The old lady must have been losing her faculties. One thing was certain, anyway. The minister was out of a boarding place again.
Aunt Henderson wondered greatly what sudden whim or inward purpose had brought her grandniece hither. When Faith absolutely declined any more tea or cake, Miss Henderson's tap on the table leaf brought in Glory McWhirk.
And the mill owner went back among the villagers and firemen, to direct their efforts for his property. Glory McWhirk had been up and watching the great fire, since Roger Armstrong first went out.
All which, strangely enough, Faith wearied, troubled, yet relieved obeyed. For the next two days, what with waiting on the invalids for Faith was far from well and with answering the incessant calls at the door of curious people flocking to inquire, Glory McWhirk was kept busy and tired.
"Provided, that in case the said Gloriana McWhirk shall marry, or shall no longer so employ this property, or in case that she shall die, said property is to revert to my above-named grandniece, Faith Henderson Gartney, for her and her heirs, to their use and behoof forever.
Gimp, being more immediately and personally affected, had modestly remained away from church. Glory McWhirk went straight through the village, home; and out to her little room in the sunny side of the low, sloping roof. This was her winter nook. She had a shadier one, looking the other way, for summer.
And Nurse Sampson went out into the street. When she came back, the children sat there, still; and Glory McWhirk was with them. "I don't know as I'd any business to meddle; and I haven't made any promises; but I've found out that you can do as you choose about it, and welcome. And I couldn't help thinking you might like to have this one for Number Four."
"Providence won't be tempted, nor misunderstand," replied Faith, an undertone of reverence qualifying her girlish repartee. "He knows just what I mean." "She's a queer child," said Aunt Faith to herself, afterwards, thinking over the brief conversation. "She'll be something or nothing, I always said. I used to think 'twould be nothing." GLORY McWHIRK.
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