The conductor laughed. "I guess I haven't been watching you two this winter without finding out something," he said, his eyes holding a twinkle. Then the old, gruff manner came back to him and he added brusquely, "But there, don't you go to countin' the chickens before they're hatched. I'll have to talk with grandma first; maybe she'd rather have a sort of circumspect person." "But your Danny wouldn't--you said his name was Dan," said Glory, her face one sea of dimples, and her eyes like diamonds. "'Most seems as if a little boy who couldn't go out in the sunshine ought to have the one he'd like best with him. He wouldn't care much for a--a circumspect person, would he?" asked Glory, a merry twinkle in her eyes. "There now, you go along!" said the conductor, laughing in spite of himself. But Glory did not "go along" until she had caught the big hand and squeezed it between her soft little palms as it was extended to help her down to the Douglas platform. That night Glory could hardly wait to get to Aunt Hope. "Oh, auntie, won't it be splendid if she gets that place!" she cried when she had unfolded the beautiful plan at which the conductor had hinted. "But you mustn't set your heart on it, Glory. The grandmother may not think that so young a girl will do for the boy." "She will when she sees Diantha, auntie--I am just sure of it. Di is so strong and helpful, and so cheery, and so full of courage, and never thinks of herself, but always of others." "Well, dear, we will leave it in the good Father's hands, and just ask him to bring it out in the way that is best for all." * * * * * June and all its glory was touching the world, and the sweet air, full of the perfume of rose and honeysuckle, crept in and fanned two faces close together on the sofa pillows. "Auntie, you haven't called me 'Little Disappointment' this ever so long," Glory said suddenly after a long silence. "Is it a good sign? I thought--well--maybe it was." "Dear child!" Aunt Hope's arms were round Glory, holding her in their feeble, loving clasp. "Dear child, did I ever call you that? Are you sure? Well, I shall never do it again, dear, as long as we twain shall live! Do you want a new name, Glory?" "Yes'm, please," murmured the girl. "Then you are my Little Ambition, and God bless you, dear!" After that it was still again, and the cool darkness wrapped them in softly. They could hear the solemn tick-tock of the clock across the room. It was the same clock that used to say reproachful things to Glory when she was a little child and had been naughty. Once she had climbed on a chair and stopped its accusing tongue, because she could not bear it any longer. It was talking to Glory now, and she could not make it say anything but "Dear--child! dear--child!" over and over, solemnly. It was Aunt Hope's voice it was trying to imitate. Glory laughed out softly, under her breath. "What is it, dear child?" "Dear--child! dear--child!" echoed the clock solemnly.