CHAPTER VII
GLADYS GUINEVERE
THE sun was radiant; the sky wore a most alluring blue dress; the breeze was sending up little velvety waves and ripples from the south;—Polly wanted Outdoors. As she gazed from the open window she grew eager. Her mother happened in and proposed to stay awhile and give Polly a chance.
The girl looked around the ward, and considered. There was Timmy—Jozy—She hesitated at Clementina and finally shook her head with a sad little frown. Her eyes passed to Grissel, and brightened—Timmy and Jozy and Grissel. That was enough.
She glanced across at her mother who was giving Little Duke a drink.
“Is father away?” she asked.
Learning that he was in the hospital, she went in search of him.
“Would Timmy and Grissel and Jozy be any worse for a little ride?” she questioned, her anxious eyes on her father’s face.
In a moment she was running up the stairs, stopping only for a word with an orderly. When she entered Paradise Ward her face was as bright as if she had just been made heir to a fortune.
For the next ten minutes she and her mother were busy bringing out coats and hats and putting the three fortunate little patients into their wraps.
“Are we going to sit on the veranda now?” queried Jozy.