"It's in the morning paper," added Miss Crilly. "It says, 'seriously ill.'"
"Yet he may not be," interposed Miss Sterling. "The papers seldom get it right."
"It is too bad!" Polly sat down. "Our paper was late," she explained, "and father didn't have time to read it,—he was called off from breakfast,—and I was thinking so much about going that I forgot the paper. Is that all it says?"
"Yes. It doesn't tell what the matter is."
"Now we shall have to wait!" said Polly dismally. "How is Miss
Twining?"
"A little brighter, I think," answered Mrs. Albright.
"Dear me! I hope Mr. Randolph won't die!" Miss Crilly's face was despairing. "There isn't another one we'd dare tell!"
"No," agreed Polly, "he's the only man we can trust. We can't do a single thing till he gets well."