"Likely as not they'll make her worse!" Polly got up. "I'm going to see Mr. Randolph to-night!" she announced determinedly.
"No, no!" objected Mrs. Albright. "Wait until morning! It would only excite her more to have another doctor now. She'd think she was in a worse condition than she is."
"I'd wait if I were you," agreed Miss Sterling. "I think it will be better all round."
"Well," yielded Polly reluctantly, and sat down again.
"What you going to tell him, anyway?" questioned Miss Crilly a bit anxiously.
"Why—everything!" Polly's hands flew apart with expressive gesture.
"I'm afraid he won't want to interfere."
"He isn't a fool!" retorted Polly. "And when I've told him all I'm going to tell him, if he doesn't interfere—if he isn't aching to interfere—he will be one!"
Miss Crilly giggled. "You're the greatest!" she said admiringly.
The next morning Polly awoke with the vague consciousness that something of importance was at hand. Then she remembered. To-day she was to see Mr. Randolph!