"What Mrs. Jocelyn is that?" asked the Colonel.
"I don't know her other name. The one that's at the hospital— she's small, and has white hair. Her husband and little boy died."
"Oh, yes! Juliet Jocelyn, probably; but I did n't know that she was sick."
"She's had an operation, I think; but she's getting well now. I've been to see her twice. Yesterday I read her a story."
"I hope she appreciated it," observed the Colonel dryly.
"I'm not sure," Polly replied; "she did n't say. Do you know Mrs. Jocelyn?"
"I knew her a long time ago," was the grave answer, as he turned his horse into the road that wound up the eastern side of the mountain.
"Oh, you're going to take the Cliff Drive!" cried Polly delightedly. "Dr. Dudley could n't go, because they won't let autos up there."
"No, for one might meet a skittish horse. I like to come up here once in a while for the view."
"I'm not going to look till we get clear up," Polly declared. And resolutely she kept her eyes the other way.