ived. His pictures
were beginning to sell at good prices."

Suddenly she came back to Polly.

"So the Colonel is going to take you driving again! Well, my
dear, you need n't be afraid he'll forget it; if he said he would,
he will. I declare, you look a good deal as Eva used to when she
was your age. She had just such golden hair and brown eyes."

"David has blue eyes--the bluest I ever saw," observed Polly.

"He probably favors his father," replied Mrs. Jocelyn.

The Doctor's entrance put a stop to the talk, and presently Polly
said good-bye, and went upstairs.

Not many days afterwards she was sent with a message to Mrs.
Jocelyn's nurse, and the little lady caught sight of her at the
door.

"Can't you come in and stay a while?" she called.

"I don't know," Polly hesitated, and she looked questioningly at
the nurse.

"Yes, I wish you would," the young woman nodded. "I shall have
to be away for a quarter of an hour or so, and if you will stay
with Mrs. Jocelyn while I'm gone it will be an accommodation to
me."

Polly seated herself smilingly.

"I wonder if you are as happy as you look," the little white-haired
lady began.

"Oh, I'm always happy!" responded Polly; "that is, here," she
added. "I could n't help being, it's so pleasant, and everybody
is so good to me."

The dull gray eyes rested sadly on her. "Well, be happy while
you can be," their owner said. "When you get to be old you'll
forget what happiness feels like."

"Oh, but I shan't ever grow old!" laughed Polly. "Dr. Dudley and
I are going to stay young!"

The little lady shook her head, and then changed the subject.

"How is David Collins getting on?"

"He is ever so much better," answered Polly; "and is n't it too
bad? He's almost strong enough to come down into our ward, and
there is n't any room for him! I've had to go and sleep in Miss
Lucy's bed, so they could use my cot."

"Is the hospital so full as that?" scowled Mrs. Jocelyn. "Dear
me, how many sick people there are!"

"There are three or four waiting now to come down, ahead of
David," Poly went on. "I don't know what we shall do if he can't
come at all! We've planned so many things. He said he'd tell
part of the bedtime stories--oh, it was going to be lovely!"

"Perhaps there'll be a place for him pretty soon," the little
lady responded. "Dr. Dudley says that you are a story-teller,
too."

"Oh, yes! Some days the children keep me telling them all day
long."