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Updated: June 29, 2025
Dinney straightened, and then in as decorous a manner as he could command, said: "I'm your man for business." "Very well. Now, Dinney, you're listening. I want you to find out," said Gloria, impressively speaking each word distinctly, "who it is that owns No. 80. I want you to find it out, and I want you to tell me and no one else.
Evidently that break in the ceiling over the bed that had been his mother's had left a deep impression on him. "Wouldn't I, Dinney!" And now the girl's eyes shone. "It is a secret worth keeping," she said. "I should say!" answered Dinney. "And I'll find out if if it takes my life, I will." Dinney was young in years, but old in experience.
His small figure now straightened with determination, and over his face swept a look of honest manliness far beyond his years. Gloria, looking down upon him, felt glad she had taken him for a helper. "I wish mother had waited," Dinney said quietly, and then the two parted.
She filled her lungs with the cleaner air, and gazed with a new admiration at the well-to-do buildings. The grotesque little figure of Dinney tramping back into Treeless Street with his rattling cart lurching behind him, was all that remained of what seemed to Gloria now must have been a dream.
"Something has happened!" cried Miss Winship, hurrying her footsteps. "I'm afraid someone is hurt." But then, the District Nurse was "always afraid" in that locality. There were so many pitfalls where accidents could happen. As they drew near a boy ran from the crowd toward them. It was Dinney. "What is it, Dinney? Quick!" asked the nurse. "Sal went over the stairs the railing broke.
You would like to know a nice secret; something we can keep to ourselves a wonderful secret!" Dinney was all expectation. At last he said, "Ma used to tell me things. She told me lots the rest of the folks didn't know. All about pa and how it was when they first married and lots more. I never told anyone else around, as she said not to." "And you won't tell this?
Dinney thoughtfully took the key out and placed it on a stand near. Then closing the door after him, he went slowly down the steps. Somehow the brightness had gone from the day he knew not why. But it was gone. He turned toward Pleasant Street Gloria's "Treeless Street" but there was no whistle now upon his lips.
What she saw of honesty and truth in Dinney's face so satisfied the girl that her hands fell from the thin shoulders, and she in turn drew a long breath as though she had found at last something she had long been seeking. Then she looked down at Dinney. "I am going to tell you, Dinney, just why I am wanting to find out.
What kind of letters did District Nurses write? Gloria had gone back, in convenient interstices of her new life in this strange city, to mild musings on streets where poverty dwelt undisguised. At this distance, Dinney and little Hunkie were faint wraiths rather than realities. Gloria's musings now were tinted with a comfortable impersonality that robbed them of the power to sting.
"No; one cannot discern that is, I mean I could not before to-day. But anything seems possible after all that has happened to-day." It was while Gloria was standing on her own steps, having watched the District Nurse close her door, that she caught sight of a little figure flying up the street. It was Dinney. She waited impatiently for his approach.
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