Part 32 (1/2)

”Oh, splendid!” she cried. ”I'm so glad! I did want to help! I was afraid for a minute that you were not going to let me keep the money; but a present has to be kept, doesn't it? Only this wasn't exactly a present, if she did call it so. I'm glad you didn't mean that.” She drew a long, satisfied breath.

The Doctor smiled across at his wife over Polly's curls, and her eyes told him he had decided in the wisest way.

They were still talking when Colonel Gresham and his family drove in.

Polly called a cheery, ”Hullo, David!” and then, of course, they all had to come over and tell her how glad they were to see her.

It was late before the mother could get her nestling snug for the night; but Polly was at home again, and n.o.body cared.

CHAPTER XIX

TWO LETTERS

A week after Polly's return, Lady Gay Cottage was sold. Polly brought the news from Colonel Gresham's, the Colonel having heard it downtown.

”Now what shall we do?” she questioned, atop of the announcement.

”Colonel Gresham says we can all come over there.”

Dr. Dudley laughed. So did his wife, but she grew grave almost at once.

”Very likely we can stay on just the same,” was the Doctor's cheerful opinion. ”Martin Clapp isn't going to give up his new home and move his family in here; so don't worry about it.”

It was as Dr. Dudley prophesied, the tenants could remain, but with this difference,--the rent was raised five dollars a month. The Doctor made light of it; still Polly knew by her mother's face that it would mean a harder pinch on other things.

If only they hadn't bought that new tire! It was delightful to be riding again in the Colonel's beautiful present, yet the shadow that often she detected on her mother's face she attributed to this new trouble, and it worried her. What made it worse, she worried in secret. The thought intruded while she was playing with Leonora and David, it haunted her dreams by night. She began to wonder again if she ought to have gone to live with Uncle Maurice. The question was still undecided when something occurred that seemed to make matters clearer.

She had been up to Mrs. Jocelyn's and was returning home late in the afternoon. As she came in view of the hospital she noticed a small boy standing by the gate. On nearer approach the lad's delicate profile grew familiar, and suddenly she darted forward, crying joyfully:--

”Chris! Oh, Chris!”

He turned weakly, took a step to meet her, and then throwing out his hands dropped to the sidewalk.

With a little scream, Polly was down beside him, moaning:--

”Oh, he's dead! he's dead!”

But in a moment, to her relief, his eyes opened, and he murmured, ”Polly!”

A physician, driving up to the hospital entrance, took the boy in his arms, and carried him inside.

The office was empty, but presently Dr. Dudley returned to find a patient on his couch, and Polly acting as nurse.

”Daddy's gone away,” the lad explained, ”and he sent word to have me come right up here and see you. I've got a letter”--fumbling for the inner pocket of his coat. Finally, with Polly's help, he brought forth a closely sealed envelope directed to Dr. Dudley.

The physician laid it aside until his patient could be made more comfortable, and at once administered a light restorative.

Chris had not been well for a good while, he admitted, and had been separated from ”daddy” much of the time since leaving Fair Harbor. In the brief little note that had come to him, his father had not said where he was going, but as business would be likely to keep him away for some months he directed him to come to Dr. Dudley and deliver the letter in person.

”Yes, we will have him up in the convalescent ward,” the physician replied, in response to Polly's question, and he stepped to the telephone, to order a bed prepared for him at once.

Polly saw a shadow of anxiety on the pale little face, and began to rea.s.sure him.