"Yes, yes, child! I didn't mean you! But this Aunt Susie--"

"Oh, she's just as honest! Why, she's mother's grandaunt, and
she's lovely! She was sick and couldn't do anything, and her hair
was thin and her cheeks hung down and she was all wrinkles and she
had the dewlap--she said she looked dreadful. Now you ought to see
her! She's perfectly well, and her hair is as thick, and it's
smooth and solid all under her chin, and her face is 'most as round
as mine!"

"How did she work the miracle?" Miss Sterling's eyes twinkled.

"Why, I guess by massage and exercises. She didn't take anything.
She did lots of stunts; she had piles of them for her legs and arms
and neck and face and feet and all over. She made up mighty funny
faces. You lie over this way, and I'll show you one.

"First you must smile--just as hard as you can." Polly laughed to
see the prompt grin. "Now I'll put my hands so, and you must do
exactly as I tell you." Polly's little palms were pressed against
the other's cheeks, and she began a rotary motion.

"Open your mouth--wide, and then shut it again--oh, keep on
smiling! And keep your mouth going all the time, while I do the
massaging."

"Goodness!" Miss Sterling broke into a laugh. "I should think that
was a stunt! It ought to do something." She turned on the pillow
in another paroxysm of mirth.