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"But where do you live when you're home?" Polly insisted. "'T 739 Liberty Street is right down by Union! I can find that easy enough! Say, don't you s'pose your mother 'd let me take Popover and bring her up here? You know Miss Lucy wants me to go out to walk every day now." "Oh, Polly!" the pale face grew pink with joy. "Sure, me mother 'd let her come! Oh, Polly, if you would!" "I will!
Just as the kitten reached the foot of the first-floor staircase, with her pursuer close behind, the front door opened, and Popover darted towards the passage of escape. "Oh, shut the door quick! Catch her! Catch her! Don't let her get out!" This most unexpected command, in Polly's voice, Dr. Dudley endeavored to obey.
"Her name's Popover, 'cause when the kitties was all little, an' runnin' round, an' playin', she'd pop right over on her back, jus' as funny! "How shall I ever get along without her!" sighed the young nurse, as she watched Polly flitting about like a sprite, comforting restless little patients, hushing, with her ready tact, quarrelsome tongues, and winning every heart by her gentle, loving ways.
"You don't quite understand that, do you?" he laughed. "Well, it means that Polly is n't going home to her aunt. Polly is going to stay with you!" Then what squeals and shouts and shrieks of joy from all over the ward! Popover For a week the convalescent ward laughed and sang and almost forgot that it was part of the big House of Suffering.
If she could only smuggle Popover down into Dr Dudley's office before she was discovered! Instinct told her that "High Price" would never tolerate a kitten in the ward. She took one step forward. "Me-ew!" sounded faintly from Brida's cot. The nurse raised her head, listened inquiringly, and then resumed her work of examining the patients' records. Polly stole nearer the bed.
There were only encouraging accounts to give of the little girl with the broken ankle; but they led to so many questions that Polly began to wonder how she should ever escape from these friendly people, when Popover herself solved the question. The pretty black kitten suddenly appeared at the visitor's side, and at the first caressing word from Polly jumped into her lap.
"You don't act as if you did," Polly sighed; "and I want you to, for she's so sweet and little and cuddly, you know. You could n't call High Price cuddly; could you?" "It is n't a term I should apply to her," agreed the Doctor, with the hint of a smile. "Miss Lucy would have liked Popover going to get along without Miss Lucy, 'specially at bedtime." "What does she do then?"
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