One evening Polly was, as usual, perched on the arm of her father’s chair, when he surprised her with some news.
“I had the pleasure of making Miss Ilga’s acquaintance to-day.”
Polly’s eyes widened incredulously.
“She is at the hospital,” he continued, “and has passed through a successful operation. It is too soon to be quite positive, but everything looks favorable to-night.”
“Is she going to be able to walk?”
“We hope so.”
Polly dropped her head on her father’s shoulder, and sighed a deep sigh of joy.
“How perfectly beautiful! And to think you have done it!” She caught her breath.
The Doctor rested his cheek lightly on the sunny curls, saying nothing. They were still sitting in silence when Mrs. Dudley came in. Polly and her father understood each other without words.