So splendid a coach was seldom seen on the poor, narrow street
where Brida lived, and big-eyed babies and listless loungers
watched its progress. Brida was at school; but her mother
received with loud expressions of gratitude and praise the pretty
doll carriage which Polly had brought.

Elsie, in a still narrower, dirtier street, had a similar gift;
while for the others of Polly's hospital friends who had returned
to their homes there were books and paper dolls, pocket knives and
boxes of candy. It was a pleasant hour, yet Polly was not sorry
when the carriage turned towards the hospital.

Mrs. Jocelyn would not go in, and the little girl bade her good-bye
with a clinging embrace.

"I love you de-arly!" she whispered: which made the little lady
smile happily to herself all the way up the street.

Nobody was in the Doctor's office, and Polly lingered by the pile
of packages which the footman had deposited on the couch. She was
pulling out David's present from under the others, the present
that had finally been changed from a fruit knife to a flute, when
a voice from the doorway called out:--

"Hul-lo, Pol-lee!"

She turned, to see David's merry face.

"You can't guess what I've got for you!" chuckled the lad.