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But Polly could not easily be won back to her former blitheness. She finished her part of the task in an absent-minded manner; yet by the time she was on her way to deliver her presents she was more talkative and merry. So splendid a coach was seldom seen on the poor, narrow street where Brida lived, and big-eyed babies and listless loungers watched its progress.
"It'll be splendid!" beamed Brida. "How'd yer ever think of it?" "I don't know; but I'm glad I did," Polly went on happily. "And perhaps we can keep her a week or so, if we'll let her have a little of our milk just you and I. You would n't mind, would you?" "Sure, I'll let her have all she can drink!" declared Brida. "I guess I'd better go now," said Polly. "What is the number 7 "
Brida was at school; but her mother received with loud expressions of gratitude and praise the pretty doll carriage which Polly had brought. Elsie, in a still narrower, dirtier street, had a similar gift; while for the others of Polly's hospital friends who had returned to their homes there were books and paper dolls, pocket knives and boxes of candy.
In a minute Polly was seated, a china mug of water in one hand, and a crisp soda biscuit in the other, while the MacCarthy family circled around her, eager for news from the beloved Brida.
The three "cases," which appeared in the convalescent ward promptly at the hour named, proved to be two girls and a boy, Brida MacCarthy, Isabel Smith, and Moses Cohn. Polly did her share in routing the evident fears of the small strangers, their wide, anxious eye showing that they dreaded what might lie ahead of them in these unknown quarters.
A kindly, fascinating scheme was taking shape in the story-teller's brain. "Oh, Brida," she cried, in suppressed eagerness, lowering her voice to a whisper that should not reach Miss Lucy at the other end of the ward, "I've thought of the loveliest thing! Your home is n't very far from here, is it?" "A good ways why?" and Brida's little pale, freckled face showed only mild interest.
"Suppose we taker her home in the auto, after tea?" "Oh, lovely!" Dr. Dudley was looking at his watch. "Is it 'most tea-time?" Polly inquired. "They are probably all through up in the convalescent ward," he laughed. "You'd better come into the dining-room and have supper with me." "Oh, thank you; that will be nice! I'll run up and tell Brida, and then I'll come." David Dr.
"Why, Popover!" for the kitten had come up unnoticed, and now jumped to the Doctor's knee. "Is n't she cute? Brida thinks lots of her there!" she broke out compunctiously, "I forgot all about Brida, and she does n't know what's become of her! I must run up and tell her. Will it be very much trouble to keep her here till to-morrow? Thin I'll carry her home."
"Aimee saw you, an' Brida saw you, an' Francesca saw you; but we did n't say nothin' when Miss Lucy an' the Doctor was wonderin' where you could be. What made you go that way?" "Come, Polly, say good-night," called the nurse. And with a soft, "I'll tell you sometime, Elsie," she obeyed.
Elsie and Brida, Corinne and Isabel, with Moses and Cornelius, had received their discharge and had returned to their homes. Leonora stayed for more of the treatment that was slowly lessening her lameness and pain. David had so far recovered as to have been appointed office boy for Dr. Dudley, a position which was, according to David's version, "all pay and no work."
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