ser," he said. "Run along, and find
out for sure!"

Polly was astonished to see how greatly the little lady had
changed. Her cheeks reflected the delicate pink of the robe she
was wearing, and her eyes were glad. Her voice was full of
eagerness.

"Here comes the little sunbeam!" she smiled. "Did I interrupt
any tasks or play?" She drew Polly within the circle of her arm.
"I could n't wait another moment to thank you for reading me that
story of the little price. It brought back my own little Lloyd,
who was always planting those seeds of love wherever he went. But
since he left me I have been like that forgetful queen mother, too
wrapped up in myself to think of others. Now I am going to begin
to grow those 'wonderful white flowers.'" Her eyes shone through
tears.

Polly did not know what to say; she only looked her sympathy and
appreciation.

"Tell me about David," the little lady went on. "Is he well
enough to come downstairs?"

"Yes, he's all ready," was the reply; "but he's go to wait for
somebody to go. Elsie was to leave to-day to to-morrow; but she
needs a little more treatment, Dr. Dudley says. So I don't know
when David can come."

"I know!" responded Mrs. Jocelyn confidently. "He is coming down
to the convalescent ward--let me see, I think it may be this
afternoon, but to-morrow morning sure!"

"Wh-y! how can he?" gasped Polly. "There are three ahead of
him, and there are n't any more beds!"

"There will be before long," chuckled the little lady gaily. "I
have been having a bit of a talk with Dr. Dudley, and he tells me
that there is plenty of room in your ward for six or more cots--
and Polly May is going to buy them! That is, she can if she
chooses."

Polly's face was one big interrogation point. "Why! I don't--"
she began, but was interrupted by a kiss right on her lips.

"Oh, you dear, precious little innocent!" cried Mrs. Jocelyn.
"Read that, and see if it will tell you anything!" She took a
strip of paper from the table, and put it into Polly's hand.

Across the top, in large letters, was the name of a back. The
rest was partly printed and partly written. Polly read
wonderingly:--

Pay to the order of Polly May Three Hundred Dollars.
Juliet P. Jocelyn.

"O-o-h!" and Polly's face was beautiful in its joy; "does this
mean that you're going to give me three hundred dollars to buy
some new cots with?"

"It means that the money is your own to use exactly as you
please."