“I called to ask for—Pollyanna,” he began at once, a little brusquely.
“Thank you. She is about the same,” said Miss Polly.
“And that is—won't you tell me HOW she is?” His voice was not quite steady this time.
A quick spasm of pain crossed the woman's face.
“I can't, I wish I could!”
“You mean—you don't know?”
“Yes.”
“But—the doctor?”
“Dr. Warren himself seems—at sea. He is in correspondence now with a New York specialist. They have arranged for a consultation at once.”
“But—but what WERE her injuries that you do know?”