think. It may help me
very much. I want to be able to look at her through your clear
eyes."

A shadow darkened the fair little face, and pain crept in, and
stayed.

"She seems," Polly began slowly, "like a dreadful dream--you know,
when you wake up all shivery, and are so glad it is n't real.
Only"--with a little catch--"Aunt Jane is real! Sometimes I feel
sick all over when I think about her, and going back there--oh,"
she burst out passionately, "I'd rather die than go back to live
with her! Mr. Brewster, don't make me go! Please don't make me
go!" The words came with a half sob, but she fought the tears
back, and her appealing eyes searched his face for hope.

"My dear child," he exclaimed tenderly, "you must not worry one
bit more about this! You have given me exactly what I want. Now
leave the matter with Dr. Dudley and me. Will you agree to do
this?"

"If I can," she answered softly; "but Aunt Jane is very hard to
forget!"

"I dare say she is," smiled the lawyer; "but I think you can do
it. You know the best way to forget a disagreeable thing?"

No, Polly did not.

"It is to keep thinking of other things, pleasant things, until
the mind is so full of them that there is n't a scrap of room for
whatever is annoying. You try it, and see if I am not right!"

"There are lots of pleasant things to think of," smiled Polly.

"To be sure there are! One is, that Dr. Dudley is going to bring
you out to my house some morning to stay all day."

"Oh," beamed Polly, "that would be nice!" She looked across at
the Doctor.

He nodded happily.

"If he does n't do it," and the lawyer made a comical grimace in
Dr. Dudley's direction, "I'll come after you myself."

Polly gurgled out her little laugh, which sounded as if she had
already begun to follow the lawyer's advice, and she thanked him
very sweetly for his invitation and his promise. Presently she
went upstairs, and Miss Lucy was relieved to see that she appeared
more like her usual self. But she was very quiet, repeating
nothing of what had passed in the office. It had been a hard day,
and Polly was glad when the time came for her to creep into bed.

On Saturday Miss Lucy and her small assistant had a busy morning.
There was scant time to think about Aunt Jane. When she did
appear in Polly's mind, the little girl remembered Mr. Brewster's
counsel, and hastened to perform her task in hand with exceeding
faithfulness, putting on fresh pillows sli