And the moment it was ended, Patty, her cheeks as pink as the dolly’s and her eyes quite as round and bright, exclaimed,
‘That is my dolly’s name—Polly Perkins! Pretty Polly Perkins! Don’t you think that is a good name for her, Grandmother? Don’t you think Polly Perkins is a good name for my new dolly to have?’
‘A very good name, indeed,’ was Grandmother’s reply. ‘She looks like a Polly to me.’
‘She looks like a Polly to me, too,’ agreed Patty happily, ‘a Polly Perkins.’
And hugging Polly Perkins close, Patty whispered in her ear.
‘If Isabel is cured,’ whispered Patty to Polly, ‘I shall be glad that I fell downstairs. Because if I hadn’t fallen, I never would have known you. Wouldn’t you be sorry, Polly Perkins, if you had never known me?’
Patty put her ear close to Polly’s red lips to hear her answer, and she was not disappointed.
‘Yes,’ whispered back Polly Perkins, ‘I would.’
CHAPTER II
WHERE IS POLLY PERKINS?
Aunt Mary had come down from the Farm to spend the day with Grandmother and with Patty. She had really come to say good-bye, for to-morrow Grandmother’s house at Four Corners would be closed and she and Patty would start for the city, where Grandmother was to spend the winter at Patty’s home.