great oaken chair in which she was pillowed.
Mrs. Jocelyn, the Doctor had called her, and Polly like the sound
of the name; but she was not yet sure that she should like the
owner of it. The lady did not smile when she said, almost as if
having a visitor bored her:--

"So you are staying here at the hospital, Dr. Dudley tells me.
What do you find to do with yourself all day long?"

Polly had the feeling that the little sad lady would never know
whether she returned an answer or not, for her eyes seemed to be
looking at something for away. Yet the reply was without
hesitation, and primly courteous.

"I help Miss Lucy make the beds and dress the babies, and I dust
and I carry medicine and drinks of water. Then, when there is n't
anything to do to help, I read stories out loud, or tell them, and
we play quiet games." She paused, hunting for facts. "Oh and I
go auto riding with Dr. Dudley!" she broke out brightly. "That's
very nice. A And I've been to ride with Colonel Gresham!" she
smiled. "I like that, Lone Star was so splendid. Only David was
awfully sick, and I was afraid he'd die, and I kept thinking of
him. He said he would take me again some day."

"My dear, I don't quite understand. David Gresham sick? What
David do you mean?" The little lady was waking up.

"Oh, David Collins! He's upstairs in the ward. Colonel Gresham
took me to catch the Doctor."

And Polly related the story of the chase.

"Collins! Why, it was Jack Collins that Eva Gresham married--
the Colonel's niece."

"Yes; David has told me that Colonel Gresham is his mother's
uncle," Polly said simply.

"Well, well! So he went after the Doctor for his grand-nephew--
and did n't know it till it was all over with! What strange
things happen in this world! A pretty good joke on David
Gresham!" And the little sad lady actually smiled. Then she
sighed. "It is too bad! If they'd only make up! But they never
will. David is n't built on the make-up plan--or Eva either, I
fancy. Eva Gresham was a beautiful girl," she rambled on,
talking more to herself than to her interested listener. "She
lived with her uncle from the time her parents died, when she was
a tiny child. The Colonel idolized her."

A bit of a break in the soft voice make a momentary pause in the
musing. Then it went on again. "He had nothing in the world
against Jack Collins, except that he was an artist, and poor. He
would n't have been poor, they say, if he had l