otting to and from the house at all hours of the day
and evening.

It had been early arranged for Polly and Leonora to remain with
Mrs. Jocelyn for the two weeks that the Doctor and his wife were
to be away on their wedding journey, and the little lame girl, who
now had only the tiniest limp, was in alternate rapture and
dismay.

"To think" she would exclaim, squeezing Polly ecstatically, "of
_me_ being in that splendid house, with you and that beautiful
Mrs. Jocelyn for fourteen whole days! But, oh, mercy!" she would
cry, "I'm dreadfully afraid she'll not want me so long! I shall
be sure to say or do something wrong! I'm not used to grand folks
like her;" and joy would end with a sigh.

Thin it was Polly's part to reassure her with laughing words,
until the delight would come back to crowd out all fears.

One large room in the house on Edgewood Avenue had been reserved
for the wedding presents, and, although Miss Lucy had jestingly
remarked that a little hall chamber was more than would be needed,
the apartment was packed with love tokens long in advance of the
day. Both the nurse and the physician had won many friends in
their years of hospital service, and now all seemed anxious to
show honor to these two who had helped to add length and comfort
to their lives.

One morning, just before starting for Mrs. Jocelyn's, Dr. Dudley
read this note to Polly:--

My Dear Doctor,--

I have been wondering, ever since I heard
Your good news, how Polly was going to ride,
Inasmuch as two fill your runabout. I have
Too much consideration for the lady who will
Sit by your side to wish her always to bear
The burden of Polly's weight; so I have ordered
for you a car that will seat five without
crowding. There is a place ready for it in my
carriage house. That won't be far for you to
come, and it will be handier for me whenever
Lone Star goes lame.

Your sincere friend,

GRESHAM.

Lucky for me I happened to think of this,
For it would get on my nerves to see Polly
Hanging on behind every time you and Mrs.
Dudley went to ride.
D. G.

"What a funny man!": laughed Polly. "You'd think Lone Star went
lame about once a week! But is n't that a lovelicious present--
a big auto!--my!"

"It is too much." Dr. Dudley shook his head gravely.

"Why, he loves to do it for you," argued Polly.