"Do you think that is really fair--to accuse Miss Price of
what she may never do? Besides, Polly, it is n't quite
respectful."

"No, I suppose it is n't," the little girl admitted. "Excuse me,
please. But I wish you could know the difference between High
Price and Low Price."

The Doctor's eyes twinkled; but Polly, all unseeing, went on:--

"How soon do you think Miss Lucy'll come back? Where is she
now?"

"She has been assigned to one of the women's wards. It is
uncertain when she will be changed again."

"Well, I s'pose we'll have to stand it," sighed Polly
philosophically. "Why, Popover!" for the kitten had come up
unnoticed, and now jumped to the Doctor's knee. "Is n't she cute?
Brida thinks lots of her--there!" she broke out compunctiously,
"I forgot all about Brida, and she does n't know what's become of
her! I must run up and tell her. Will it be very much trouble
to keep her here till to-morrow? Thin I'll carry her home."

"Suppose we taker her home in the auto, after tea?"

"Oh, lovely!"

Dr. Dudley was looking at his watch.