"How is she this morning?" asked Polly.
"I hardly know what to tell you," hesitated Mrs. Albright. "I think if Miss Sniffen would keep away she'd be better. Still, when she got up and tried to dress, she fainted again. Now Miss Sniffen has told her to stay abed, and she has put a notice on her door that she is too ill to receive visitors."
"Then can't you go in?" queried Polly anxiously.
"I do," chuckled Mrs. Albright. "They'd have to do more contriving than they've done yet to shut me out!"
"Oh, I'm so glad!" cried Polly. "But she ought to have a doctor! I suppose if she did it would be that Dr. Gunnip—He's no good! Father says he's little more than a quack and he isn't safe. I wish father could see her; but he can't unless he is called. It is too bad! I believe I'll go straight to Mr. Randolph!"
"I don't dare have you," returned Mrs. Albright. "He would, of course, favor the Home, and if Miss Sniffen should hear of it—"
"Before I say anything I shall make him promise not to tell."
"I'm awfully afraid to let you do it—oh, Polly, don't!" Miss
Crilly was close to tears.
"Had you rather die?" she demanded. "You may be sick yourself and want a doctor! How are you going to get him?"
"If I'm sick I bet I'll make such a fuss they'll send for a doctor—and a good one too!" cried Miss Crilly hysterically.