“I presume so,” laughed the doctor, “but I think it's best for me to help you.” Miss Baker and all the girls crowded up in a bunch. “Easy there,” he said. “Don't hurry so; there's plenty of time.” And he got between them and Alexia's lame arm.
And there, down by the car steps—Polly could see him as he waited for the stream of passengers to get out—was Jasper, his eyes eagerly searching every face, with an impatience scarcely to be controlled. And back of him were Dr. Fisher's big glasses, shining as the little doctor pranced back and forth, unable to keep still.
“There they are—there they are!” Polly exclaimed. “Oh, if we could hurry and let them know we're all right!” But they were wedged in so, there was nothing to do but to take their turn and let the passengers in front descend.
“Jasper—oh, Papa Fisher!” At last Polly was out on the platform where she stood on her tiptoes and waved her hand.
“Are you all right?” asked Jasper eagerly, craning his neck to see for himself.
“Yes—yes!” cried Polly. And then presently they had her on either hand! “Oh, help Alexia,” she cried, turning back.
Dr. Fisher took one look through his big glasses. “Well, well, Pennell,” he exclaimed, “you here?” and he skipped over to them.
“I really believe so,” laughed Dr. Pennell.
“Dear me!” Little Dr. Fisher glanced at Alexia quickly.
“Nothing but sprained,” the other doctor said quickly. “Still, it needs careful attention.”