"I LOVE YOU, DAVID!"
Polly happened to answer the doorbell when David rang.
"Hallo, David!" she said brightly.
His face was troubled.
"Is your father at home?"
"Why, yes,—that is, he is in the hospital somewhere. Who is sick?"
"Aunt Juliet, and she won't have anybody but Dr. Dudley. We've been trying to get him by telephone, and finally they thought I'd better come up. Otto brought me, and he'll take the Doctor back."
"Oh, the hospital telephones are out of commission, so they're using ours about all the time. Sit down, and I'll find him."
From ward to ward went Polly, following the Doctor. She caught him at last on the upper floor, and he drove off with Colonel Gresham's man.
"Stay a while, can't you, David?" invited Polly. "You'll have to walk home anyway, and there's no need of your hurrying."