"Lots!" murmured David disappointedly. "I hoped he knew—oh, I hoped he knew! Polly!"—and the doll-blue eyes grew mournful —"He's my Uncle David!"
"Colonel Gresham—your uncle?" Now Polly's eyes widened, too.
"My mother's uncle."
"Oh, is n't that splendid!" beamed Polly. "I should think he'd have told me!"
David lay quite still for a moment. When he spoke again it was on an entirely different matter, and soon the ten minutes were up.
"Did you know that David is related to Colonel Gresham?" Polly asked, as she went downstairs with Dr. Dudley.
"No; how?"
Polly told, adding what she had learned of the family history.
The Doctor shook his head sadly.
"I would n't say anything about it to the children," he cautioned her. "Such things are better left untalked of. David is an unusual boy."