Towards noon came a telephone call for Polly to go down to Dr. Dudley's office. Usually she sped gladly to obey such a summons; now she was assailed by a sudden fear.
"Have I made her very much worse?" was her instant inquiry, as the Doctor opened his door?
"Made whom worse?" he questioned.
"Why, Mrs. Jocelyn!"
"I have heard nothing from her. What is it?"
Polly told of her visit and of the reading.
"Is that all!" the Doctor laughed. "Don't worry about it any more, little girl! Your stories are not the kind that harm people. What did you read? One that I know?"
"I don't think so," Polly replied. "I did n't tell you about Prince Benito, did I?"
The physician shook his head. "Suppose you tell it to me now," he suggested.
So, perched comfortably upon the arm of his chair, Polly related the story of "The Wonderful White Flower."