"Oh, yes! She had light curly hair, just like mine, and such pretty blue eyes and red cheeks! She was about so tall," measuring a foot or more with her hands. "She had on a little white muslin dress, with blue sprigs on it—the other dresses Maude spoiled. She was just as sweet as she could be!" Polly's eyes almost brimmed over, and the lady gently led her thoughts to other things.
Soon Dr. Dudley came in, and then the little girl said good-bye.
On the stairs she heard her name called and looking back she saw Miss Hortensia Price, a bunch of sweet peas in her hand.
"I was bringing these to you," the nurse smiled. "How do you do, my dear? Are you feeling quite well again?"
"Oh, yes, thank you!" cried Polly, her little nose among the flowers. "Doctor would n't let me get up day before yesterday, and now I'm so rested I don't feel as if I'd ever get tired."
"I am very glad. I meant to come up to see you sooner, but I did n't wish to disturb you that first day, and yesterday I was extremely busy."
"Burton is not worse, is he?" asked Polly quickly.
"Oh, no! his is doing even better than we anticipated. And at last he has decided to keep still—did Dr. Dudley tell you?"
"Yes," beamed Polly, "and I'm so glad!"
"We all are. He has been a hard child to manage. We have much to thank you for—I shall never forget what you have done!"