“I must go, or you won’t have any chance to sleep,” Polly laughed.
“Thank you for coming! Thank you so much!” He caught her hand and squeezed it.
“Good-night!” she said gayly, and threw him a kiss as she turned off the light.
“Poor little fellow!” crooned Mrs. Fairfax, when Polly told what she had learned. “That’s why he left his supper. I’ll get him something now; he will sleep better for it.”
When she brought the steaming cup, Doodles sipped it eagerly, every drop, and in five minutes he was fast asleep.
It was morning when he awoke, and the first thing he saw was a tall glass vase of magnificent pink roses. Where did they come from?
“Those are your breakfast,” Mrs. Fairfax smiled, appearing with a bowl of water and some towels.
“Did Polly give them to me?”
“No, a lady brought them late last evening.” She handed him a card.
“Oh, Miss Fleming! That’s exactly like her! How sweet they are!”