arm, a limp little heap.
With great strides he carried her to the window.
The nurse reached the couch as soon as he, and thrust the globule
into his hand.
Crushing it in his handkerchief, he passed it before the child's
nostrils, and with a little fluttering breath the brown eyes
opened.
"I guess--I--was--a little tired," Polly said brokenly.
"You were faint--that's all. Don't try to talk."
Miss Price brought some medicine in a glass, and Polly obediently
swallowed the draught.
"Is she all right now?" whispered Mrs. Leonard, who had been
standing back, frantically clasping and unclasping her nervous
little hands.
The nurse nodded. "For a minute I was afraid--she is not very
strong; but it was only a faint."
"If anything had happened, I should never forgiven myself for
letting her sing so long! But did n't he go off to sleep
beautifully. Just look at him--still as a mouse!" And the two
moved nearer the bed.
Polly went upstairs in Dr. Dudley's arms.
"I can--walk," she murmured.
"No; I want the pleasure of carrying you," was the light
response, and for answer a soft little hand stroked his own.
Miss Lucy met them at the door of the ward, and her face was white
with fear.
"She was tired and a little faint," the Doctor explained. "I
thought I'd better bring her up."
"Don't worry--Miss Lucy!" smiled Polly. "I'm--all right."
She sighed softly, as her head touched the pillow.
"Precious child!" murmured the nurse, and then followed the
Doctor to the door.
"Has she been singing all this time?" Reproach was in the gentle
tone.
He bowed. "I know! It was too severe a strain. But she did n't
seem very tired until just at the last--and it has probably
saved the boy's life."
"That is good--if it has n't hurt her," Miss Lucy added
anxiously.
"I think not," he replied. "She seems to be all right now. She
will probably sleep late from exhaustion. Do you suppose you can
keep the children quiet?"
"Quiet! Bless them! They won't stir, if they know it is going to
disturb Polly!"
Dr. Dudley laughed softly. "Don't let her get up till I come,"
he charged her. "I'll be in early." And he turned away.
Miss Lucy undressed Polly so gently that she did not awake. Then
she sat by her side until broad daylight. The children were still
asleep around her, when her name was whispered across the ward.
David was sitting up in bed, his face shadowed with fear.
"What's the matter with Poll
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