“As soon as next week?”
“Perhaps so.”
“As soon as to-morrow?”
“It is barely possible.”
“I hope he will,” she smiled. “I want to see him so it seems as if I couldn’t wait.”
“So do I,” laughed Polly.
“But you can walk!”
Polly nodded. “I want to see him because I love him so much,” she explained.
The tiny girl mused over this, and then said very softly:—
“If you love him like that, I think he will cure me. The last doctor I went to see,” she continued, “said no doctor on earth could make a child like me walk; but of course he only knew what somebody had told him, and somebody may have told him wrong. There was another doctor I liked better; he had a great deal to say about Dr. Dudley and he told grandma that if Dr. Dudley could see me he thought he might sud—sud—what was it, Oscarlucy, that he said Dr. Dudley might do?”