"Oh, thank you; that will be nice! I'll run up and tell Brida, and then I'll come."
Chapter IV
David
Dr. Dudley had been the rounds of the convalescent ward, to see how his patients were progressing. Now he had paused at the small table by the window, where Polly was waiting to carry some medicine to Linus Hardy.
As she took the glass form Miss Price's hand, and started away, she heard the physician say, "Can I have Polly for a few minutes?"
"Certainly, Dr. Dudley," was the reply; and Polly returned wondering what was wanted of her.
"There is a boy upstairs who is getting discouraged," the Doctor began, as they went through the hall, and in hand, "and I think, perhaps, you can cheer him up a little."
"Is he a big boy or a little boy?" asked Polly anxiously.
"I should say, about six months bigger than you," the Doctor laughed. "He Is n't anybody you will be afraid of, Thistledown; but he is a very nice boy. His mother is just recovering from a sever illness, so she has n't been able to come to see him yet, and he feels pretty lonely."
"I wish he were down in our ward," returned Polly,—"that is," she amended, "if Miss Lucy were only there."