since the day when he had first seen her, lying so white and still, with the life all but crushed out of her. It had not seemed possible then that she would ever again dance around like the other children; yet her she was, without even the bit of a limp--and going home to-morrow! Home! He could imagine the kind of place it was, and he shook his head gravely over the picture. Twice in the first months of Polly's stay at the hospital her aunt had been to visit her; recently she had not appeared. He recollected her well,--a tall, lean woman, with unshapely garments, and a strident voice.
At eight o'clock Dr. Dudley cranked up his machine, and started away; but he did not go in the direction of Warringford. He turned down one of the narrow streets that led to Aunt Jane's home.
Meantime, up in the ward, Polly had been following the Doctor's directions until the children had laughed themselves happy.
"I did n't let on that I saw you scoot under the bed when the Doctor came," Elsie Meyer whisper
Little Polly May is such a light of the children's ward that after her convalescence the hospital hires her as a mascot. Fans of "Pollyanna" and "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm" should enjoy it.