"But you made me stop too soon," objected Polly. "You ought to
open and shut your mouth twenty-five times. 'Most everything Aunt
Susie did twenty-five or fifty or a hundred times."

"I don't wonder she got well! She'd have to if she didn't die. I
should laugh before I got through twenty-five times, I'm sure.
What's it for, anyhow?"

"To make the cheeks plump up and not sag--oh, yours look so pink!"
Polly danced over to the dresser and back.

The handglass showed a face of surprise. The thin, white cheeks
had taken on a soft rose tint and--yes, an extra fullness!

"Queer!" Miss Sterling ejaculated. "I wouldn't have believed it!"

"Oh, let's try it again! Then you get up and go to walk with
me--won't you?"

"I can't, Polly! Wish I could! But I don't feel as if I could
even stand up. I suppose I shall have to go down to dinner. I
don't dare not."

"Haven't you had any breakfast?"

"No. Folks that can't get up don't need to eat." She laughed
sadly. "It's well I'm not hungry."

"But you ought--"