"You what?" he queried.
"My Anne sisters."
Only his twinkling eyes disclosed his amusement. "Ancestors you mean, don't you?" he corrected gently.
"Maybe," doubtfully; "but there are lots of Annes in it that are related to me."
"Where is the book?"
"Right upstairs, in 'Under the Lilacs.' Don't you remember, you went down to Aunt Jane's, and got some of my books when I was able to sit up?"
"I recollect," he nodded.
"Well, that was why I sent for this one 'specially, because I knew it had the little book init, and mamma told me always to keep it. So I thought I'd better have it with me."
"Run up and get it, child! It may be—" Polly was gone.
It was indeed a very little book that she put in the Doctor's hand, simply a few sheets of small note paper sewed together.