Polly slowly shook her head,—
"Very low; I—"
Mother looked at her, and then at me; and I looked at her, and then at Polly.
"Dr. Foster says her brain has always been too active, and—"
"Madge, you'd better run along," said mother. "The baby's asleep now; but she'll wake up and want you."
I went with a new thought and a new fear, though I did not know what I thought or what I feared.
When I reached Squire Allen's, Ann Smiley came down the path to meet me.
I asked, "Is Fel very low? Polly said so."
And she answered,—
"Why, no, indeed; she is as well as common. Polly is so queer."