ther-hungry should felt starved out of its
rightful food. And now!--she could almost feel the dear arms
around her! She stopped halfway up the second flight, and bent
her head reverently.

"O Lord Jesus, I think thee!" she whispered. "Please let mamma
know how beautiful it is going to be! For Thy Name's sake.
Amen."

The door of the ward was open; but so light were her footfalls
that she stood on the threshold a moment before being noticed.
Then came a shout and a rush and such frantic huggings that Polly
and her parcels seemed in danger of coming to sorrow.

"That is for Stella," Polly finally managed to say, freeing a
hand long enough to pass the box over one or two heads to the
little girl beyond.

This turned the attention in Stella Pope's direction, and Polly
hastened down the room to a cot where a little girl lay, her big
blue eyes staring out in line with her pillow, taking no note of
the commotion going on behind her.

"Trotty, see what I've brought you!" was Polly's cheery
greeting.

The little four-year-old turned slightly, with a wavering smile.
She was a strange wisp of a girl, and Polly was not in the least
disappointed when she made no answer, only watched the fingers
that were untying the bright ribbon.

"Now--what do you s'pose?" smiled Polly, staying the cover a
moment to make the gift of more effect.

There was look of expectancy on the midget's face. A word of joy
broke from her lips.

Polly laid the beautiful doll in her arms, smiling to see the
rapture in the big blue eyes.

Then a wee shadow crept over. "Mine? All mine?" questioned the
tiny one.

"Yes, all yours," was the sure answer. "Is n't it a darling?"

Trotty did not speak, but hugged the new baby to her heart in a
way that left no doubt. Polly wished that Mrs. Jocelyn were there
to see.

After the other smaller packages had been left with the several
patients for whom they were marked, Polly said, in a voice that
carried to all the cots:--

"This is n't all. There is something for everybody; but I could
n't bring so many. Dr. Dudley and miss Price are coming up with
the rest."

They started a babel of joyous questioning; but Polly was
responsive and patient, and altogether so satisfactory, that the
little sick people settled back on their pillows in supreme
content, to await the coming of their presents.

The others had heard, too, and pressed about Polly with eager
talk.

"I chose a doll for every girl th