Polly of Lady Gay Cottage

The telephone bell cut sharp into Polly's story. She was recounting one of the merry hours that Mrs. Jocelyn had given to her and Leonora, while Dr. Dudley and his wife were taking their wedding journey. Still dimpling with laughter, she ran across to the instrument; but as she turned back from the message her face was troubled. "Father says I am to come right over to the hospital," she told her mother. "Mr. Bean-you know, the one that married Aunt Jane-has got hurt, and he wants to see me. I hope he isn't going to die. He was real good to me that time I was there, as good as he dared to be." "I will go with you," Mrs. Dudley decided. And, locking the house, they went out into the early evening darkness. The physician was awaiting them in his office. "Is he badly hurt?" asked Polly anxiously. "What does he want to see me for?" "We are afraid of internal injury," was the grave answer. "He was on his way to you when the car struck him." "To me?" Polly exclaimed.