"I know it!" Her voice was troubled. "I wanted to tell Mr. Randolph; but they won't let me, for fear he'll take the Home's part, or something, and get them into trouble. I don't know what to do!"
The car stopped at the Gresham door, and Polly forgot disagreeable things in the pleasure of Mrs. Collins's cordial welcome.
CHAPTER XXIX
DISAPPOINTMENT
Miss Twining was worse. Dr. Gunnip had been called late in the afternoon. It was now nearly six o'clock, and the third-floor corner room was discussing the situation.
"I guess you'd better see Mr. Randolph to-morrow," Mrs. Albright was saying.
"Why not make it this evening?" returned Polly. "She may not live till morning!" Tears were in her voice.
"No, the Doctor didn't think she'd give out right away; he said she might last a good while."
"Little he knows about it!" scorned Polly.
"Well, he said it right up and down!" put in Miss Crilly.