"I remember," smiled Dr. Dudley.
"So don't you think it would be nice—until they grow stronger, you know—for them to ride instead of walk?"
"Very nice, indeed. Do you want me to take them?"
"I wish you could," laughed Polly, "but I know you don't have time. I happened to think, though, why couldn't we have the car some morning, while you are busy in the hospital? Evan could drive for us."
"A very good plan," the Doctor nodded musingly. "You wish to go with them, I take it."
"Yes, I think I'd better. I know, one more could go if I didn't; but I guess they'd be more lively with me along than if they went with just Evan."
"If I were going I should certainly want you, too," twinkled the doctor.
"Oh, dear! We don't have as many good rides together as we used to, do we?" Polly bent down from the arm of Dr. Dudley's chair where she was sitting and cuddled her cheek against his.
"No," he replied, "we'll have to borrow an hour some day and run away."
"Wouldn't that be fun! Oh, let's!"