“Glory was always lucky,” insisted patient, quiet Jane.
CHAPTER XVII
THE SACRIFICE
Trixy met Glory in the hall. She appeared decidedly glad to do so.
“Where ever have you been, dear?” she demanded. “We looked everywhere for you.”
“Why? What was the rush?” smiled Gloria, allowing Trixy and Jane time to exchange greetings. They were well acquainted, both from the year Gloria had spent in Sandford, which was Trixy’s home town, and the year before that, at Barbend, Gloria’s homestead town.
“At the Rookery!” exclaimed Trixy. “I never dreamed you would be having tea before noon. Jack’s lots better. Didn’t her mother come?”
“Better? Could she have seen—her—mother?”
“Yes, and she wanted to——”
Gloria’s look of distress checked Trixy. They were in the little reception room, and Jane was glancing about her with apparent approval.