"Nothing," her father answered gravely.
"I don't see why mother was laughing, then." She glanced from one to the other.
They sipped their coffee in silence, but the girl detected a lingering bit of a smile on her mother's lips.
As soon as she had put her room in trim for the day, Polly ran over to the Home for a final talk with Miss Sterling before making her appointment with Mr. Randolph.
She found both Mrs. Albright and Miss Crilly in the corner room. A little excitement was in the air.
"Have you heard?" asked Miss Crilly.
Polly's eyes went frightened.
"No—what?" she said weakly.
"Don't be scared, child! It is nothing!" Mrs. Albright put an arm around her. "It is only that Mr. Randolph is sick."
"O-o-h!" mourned Polly.