“Guess we’re in for an all night rain,” Uncle Charley remarked as if he divined she planned against such a contingency.
“And all day tomorrow?” asked Gloria eagerly.
“Well, no. The wind’s shifting. I guess the night will finish it. And Gloria,” he paused and deliberated. Then: “Don’t worry about things tomorrow,” he said. “Just let Martha attend to everything; she owes it to Hattie. And you go out with Trixie to see Jane, if you care to. I’m ashamed to have left you two alone here so much, but that Gorman fellow simply hounded me,” he admitted.
“Oh, Uncle Charley! Well, he’s got a good new hundred now and I guess Dr. Daly will make him attend to his own little flock. They’re just like chicks, always peeping or—cackling. All except Marty and he’s a perfect little man.”
“Like your friend Tommy, eh?” teased Uncle Charley.
“A lot,” admitted Gloria.
CHAPTER XXI
ECHO PARK
If only the rain would cease!
It had poured all night and thus far all day, but it was sure to change at three o’clock; Jane always said so.