have said that it was a good name or a pleasing name--though it
is rather too fanciful," she added.

"I love it!" cried Polly; "but it would n't sound as if I did,
just to say it was good."

Then Polly's thoughts suddenly went back to Lone Star's errand.

"Oh, Miss Price!" she asked, "how is David?"

"I have not heard," was the quiet reply.

"Well, I'll go and finish up being punished now," Polly said,
with a tiny sigh, and she walked over to the chair which stood
where she had left it.

Miss price did not appear to notice; but the children exchanged
surprised glances. Voluntarily to continue a punishment was
something with which they were unacquainted. They tried to
attract Polly's attention, but her eyes were feverishly watching
the half-open hall door. Dr. Dudley might stop when he came down
--unless--! Her heart grew sick with the possibility.

At last she caught his step. Yes, he was coming there! Smilingly
he pushed the door wide. Polly smiled in response--at least,
David had not died!

"Want to come downstairs?" he invited, crossing over to her.

Still smiling, she shook her head, putting her finger to her lips.