"I'm so glad to have met you," she said, and smiled sincerely.
When they were gone Gloria turned to her mother.
"I didn't like the way she spoke to you, Mums dear!" she said. "It was almost as if she felt sorry for you somehow."
"What a queer idea!" laughed her mother. "I think she is a very charming woman. In fact anybody Mrs. Dunlap sponsors usually is."
"Yourself included, Mums!" laughed Gloria. "Come on Muth, lets rout out Dad and get started. We're two hours behind schedule now. Kath, you ought to have run things better than this!" And laughing they went off to find the beloved husband and father.
They found him standing by the window with the sash thrown up, wiping beads of perspiration from his forehead, though the day was keen and clear.
"What's the matter, dear? Is there any trouble about your business?" asked Mrs. Oliver solicitously.
"I wasn't feeling very well there for a minute!" said the valiant husband, mopping his cold brow once more. "I felt a little dizzy! I guess I've been going it a little too hard lately. I suppose I'm getting old."
He paused for his loving family to refute this statement, but they only laughed as if it were a good joke.
"I think I'll have to cut out some of this traveling," he said slowly, taking deep breaths between his words. He still wore a sort of whipped look except to his family's eyes.