“Why should I?”
“Why—why shouldn’t you?”
“I’m sure I don’t know.”
“Why, Glo! You’re being—horrid.”
“Really!”
“Is there anything the matter?”
“Say, Millie, if folks don’t stop asking me that, I’ll—I’ll just make something the matter.”
Good-natured Millie looked aghast. What could have happened to Gloria, the jubilant?
“Of course, Glo dear, I know it is awful for you,” spoke her companion, quickly as she recovered her gasping breath. “Having your dad go and then you going away from all of us.” (There was no mistaking the affection in her soft voice.) “But I was just thinking how lovely it was that such very nice people are going to take your house.”
“We wouldn’t give it to folks that were not nice,” retorted Gloria.