"Say, what colored hair has mine?" questioned Mabel.
"Light, like Stella's, I think."
"Oh, goody!" squealed the little maid. "And is it curly?"
Polly nodded.
"Wha' d' yer buy for Leonora?" queried a curious one.
Polly threw a bright smile across to her friend, while she answered merrily:—
"You wait! It's something pretty."
"I guess Polly's had an awful good time," observed thoughtful Mary Pender; "she's so full of fun."
Miss Lucy, entering the ward at the moment, overheard the remark, as her eyes met Polly's.
The little girl waived a reply, and ran over to greet the nurse.