"There," she whispered delightedly, patting Polly's shoulder, "you look too sweet for anything!"
Polly dimpled and blushed, but only said:—
"I wish you were going, too!"
"Oh my!" gasped Leonora; "I should n't know how to act or what to say! I guess I'd rather stay with Miss Lucy."
The nurse, gathering up some of Polly's tossed-off belongings, smiled comfortably to herself, overhearing Leonora's words. She rarely had so much as to hint of reproof to Polly for any breach of courtesy; the child seemed instinctively to know what was due to others. She could be trusted anywhere without a fear.
The auto was waiting at the curb, Dr. Dudley and Polly were on their way from office to entrance, when there came a hurried call for the Doctor from one of his patients in a private ward.
"That's too bad!" he ejaculated. "I wish she had put off her attack an hour. Now you'll have to walk—or wait, and it is uncertain how soon I shall be at liberty."
"Oh, I don't mind walking!" smiled Polly.
"Well, here's for a good time, Thistledown!" And the Doctor kissed her on both cheeks.
She watched him up the stairs, and then went out alone.