But still Polly cried on; all the pent-up feelings that had been so long controlled had free vent now. She really couldn't stop! Joel, frightened to death, at last said, “I'm going to wake up Ben.”
That brought Polly to; and she sobbed out, “Oh, no, Jo—ey—I'll stop.”
“I will,” said Joel, seeing his advantage; “I'm going, Polly,” and he started to the foot of the stairs.
“No, I'm done now, Joe,” said Polly, wiping her eyes, and choking back her thoughts—“oh, Joe! I must scream! my eyes aches so!” and poor Polly fairly writhed all over the chair.
“What'll I do?” said Joel, at his wits' end, running back, “do you want some water?”
“Oh, no,” gasped Polly; “doctor wouldn't let me; oh! I wish mammy'd come!”
“I'll go and look for her,” suggested Joel, feeling as if he must do something; and he'd rather be out at the gate, than to see Polly suffer.
“That won't bring her,” said Polly; trying to keep still; “I'll try to wait.”
“Here she is now!” cried Joel, peeping out of the window; “oh! goody!”