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Illustrations
The Story of the Wonderful White Flower
"Once Upon a Time," she began
Forgetting all but the music she loved
This Document Makes You Legally our own Daughter
From drawings by Irma Deremeaux
POLLY OF THE HOSPITAL STAFF
Chapter I
The Cherry-Pudding Story
The June breeze hurried up from the harbor to the big house on the
hill, and fluttered playfully past the window vines into the
children's convalescent ward. It was a common saying at the
hospital that the tidal breeze always reached the children's ward
first. Sometimes the little people were waiting for it, ready
with their welcome; but to-day there were none to laugh a
greeting. The room was very quiet. The occupants of the little
white cots had slept unusually long, and the few that had awakened
from their afternoon naps were still too drowsy to be astir.
Besides, Polly was not there, and the ward was never the same
without Polly.
As the young nurse in charge passed noiselessly between the rows
of beds, a small hand pulled at her apron.
"Ain't it 'most time for Polly to come?"
"Yes, I think she will be back pretty soon now." Miss Lucy
smiled down into the wistful little face.
"I want Polly to tell me a story," Elsie went on, with a bit of
a whine: "my hip aches so bad."
"Does it feel worse to-day?" asked the nurse sympathetically.
"No; I guess not," answered the little girl, glad of a listener.
"It aches all the time, 'cept when I'm asleep or Polly's tellin'
stories."
"I know," and Miss Lucy's face grew grave. "We shall miss
Polly."
"When's she goin' home?" The blue eyes went suddenly anxious.
"Oh, not until next week!" was the cheerful response. "There'll
be time for plenty of stories before then."
"A-h-h!" wailed little French Aimee, from the opposite cot.
"Pollee go?"
"Why, yes," smiled Miss Lucy, with a quick turn. "Polly is
almost well, and well little girls don't stay at the hospital, you
know. Pretty soon you will go home, too."
The nurse passed on, but Aimee's face remained clouded. Next
week--no Pollee!
Other ears besides Aimee's had overheard the news about Polly.
Maggie O'Donnell and Otto Kriloff stared at each other in dismay.
Why, Polly had been there long before they came! It had never
occurred to them that Polly could leave.
When Miss Lucy reached Maggie's bed, the little girl was softly
crying.
"I--don't--want--Polly to go!" she sobbed.
"Dear me! Dear me!" exclaimed the nurse, "this will never do!"
Then, listening, she whispered, "Hark! Who is that skipping along
the hall?"
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