"Oh, Maw, if you want to go away, don't let these girls spoil your
plans!" cried Polly, contritely.

"I really had not thought of my own pleasure in visiting old friends at
Denver, Polly, but I had planned to see about your residence this
winter should you attend school there. I want you to board with a
family that can offer you the proper atmosphere. If this young teacher
proves to be nice, she will know all I needed to find out about the
school and a boarding house, and I will not have to leave my beloved
home at all."

"Well, then, it all depends on what Daddy will say!" cried Polly,
joyously. "I do wish he'd hurry in."

"He must have known your wishes, Polly; I see him coming towards the
house," laughed Mrs. Brewster.

Polly leaned over the hand-rail of the porch to watch her father coming
nearer and nearer. Then, when she thought he was in hailing distance,
she shouted:

"Daddy! Do hurry and hear the news--came in my letter!" And the missive
was waved back and forth to urge the rancher to greater speed.

Mr. Brewster reached the porch and whipped off his wide sombrero to mop
his warm forehead. "Well, Maw, did Poll tell you about Noddy? Ah tell
you! Our Polly is some doctor, all right!"

As the rancher chuckled over his words, Polly felt she had been guilty
of neglect, for she had quite forgotten to ask how Noddy was. Mrs.