“How nice to have two girlies to open the door for me! But this is a new one,” smiling to Polly. “Miss Lilith, please present me!”
“Why, I s’posed Polly knew you, the way she jumped up and out here!” Lilith laughed. “This is Polly Dudley, Dr. Dudley’s daughter, don’t you know?”
“I have heard of her. Indeed, I am glad to have the privilege of meeting the lassie of hospital fame. How do you do, Miss Polly of the Hospital Staff?” He bowed low over Polly’s hand.
The girls laughed, and then Polly began abruptly:—
“Mr. Gaylord, I want to talk to you about that lovely little lame boy—Doodles. I wish they’d let father see him! I think he could cure him!”
Giles Gaylord drew a deep breath, and shook his head gravely.
“I’m afraid even your father couldn’t help him,” he replied. “I know Dr. Dudley does wonderful things, but this is an extreme case.”
“He has just cured a little girl who hadn’t walked for two or three years. Her father and mother had tried everybody, even had taken her abroad to some famous surgeons over there—and father operated on her, and now she is all right!”
“I am afraid his mother would never consent to an operation on such uncertainties as must be.”
“Well, you might ask father what he thinks,” urged Polly. “I know he wouldn’t charge anything for an examination.”