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our cousin, too, same as I am. You'll like him; Lester's all right! He is just David's age--it is a shame David can't come! Won't your mother let you stay home from school? I'm going to." "I don't know," said Polly. "Wouldn't after do?" "Not enough time," Patricia declared. "I want you and Lester to get well acquainted; he is the nicest boy you ever saw!" "Except David." Patricia laughed. "I guess you won't except anybody when you've seen Lester. Well, make your mother let school go for once!" "I'll ask her," Polly promised. "Tease!" urged Patricia. "Tease like everything!" Polly said nothing; but there were twinkles in her brown eyes. When school was dismissed, the storm was increasing, and Polly rode home beside her cousin in the limousine. She found the back door unlocked, but the kitchen was empty, and there were seemingly no preparations for dinner. She hastened from room to room, and finally went upstairs. "What is the matter?" she asked in dismayed tone, for her mother was lying on her bed, white with suffering. "It came on suddenly--this pain." She put her hand to her forehead, moaning. Polly stood quite still, distress in her face. She waited until the spasm had passed, and then said gently, "Can't I get you something?" "No. It is that neuralgia over my eye. I have had it before, but never like this. The medicine doesn't seem to take hold. If it isn't better soon, I'll have to try something else." "I wish father were home. Shan't I call Dr. Rodman?" "Oh, no! It is growing easier. Run down and eat your dinner; I left it in the oven." "Have you had yours?" "All I want." Polly lingered, irresolute, her anxious eyes on her mother's face. Mrs. Dudley smiled faintly. "Go, dear. There is nothing you can do for me." Polly ate a scant meal, and washed the few dishes. Then she thought of Patricia. Softly shutting the door of the living-room, she went to the telephone. Patricia herself answered. "I'm awfully sorry," Polly told her, "but I can't come." "Oh, Polly Dudley!" Patricia broke in, "you said you would!" "Mother is sick," Polly explained, "and I mustn't leave her." "Can't she stay alone? I shouldn't think she'd mind. You ask her. Oh, you must come! Mamma'll send for you, and you can stay all night. Your father'll be home then. Say, run and see if your mother won't let you come! I'll hold the wire." "I can't, Patricia. You don't know how sick mother is. I
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