"We all are. He has been a hard child to manage. We have much to thank you for--I shall never forget what you have done!"
Polly was astonished at this praise that she could do nothing but blush and murmur a few words of dissent.
"Burton"s mother," Miss Price went on, "wishes you would come in some time and sing her that hymn again, the last one you sang, "The King of Love my Shepherd is.""
"Oh," smiled Polly, "I wish she could hear David sing that! He sings it beautifully! I never heard it till that night, so I did n"t know it very well; but if she could come up into the ward, I"m sure David would sing it for her."
Miss Price seemed to ignore David altogether, for she only said:--
"Polly May, if you can learn like that, with your sweet voice,-- why, you must have a musical education! I shall speak to Dr.
Dudley about it at once. But I"m keeping you standing here, child, and you not strong!"
Polly a.s.sured her that she was not tired in the least, and thanked her again for the flowers. Then she ran upstairs, to tell the astonishing news to Miss Lucy and the ward, and to show her sweet peas in proof of Miss Hortensia Price"s wonderful kindness.
After everybody had had a sniff of the fragrant blossoms, Polly proposed moving a little table to the side of David"s cot, and placing the flowers on it.
"Because," she argued, "if David had n"t sung the hymn that night, I could n"t have and if I had n"t, maybe Miss Price would n"t have given me the sweet peas; so I think they belong to David as much as to me."
The children--all but David, and his protests went for naught--accepted Polly"s reasoning as perfectly logical, and readily helped carry out her suggestion. Miss Lucy smiled to herself, while she allowed them to do as they pleased.
"Will they keep till to-morrow, s"pose?" Questioned Elsie anxiously.
"Of course," answered Polly. "Why?"
"Cause they"ll help celebrate," Elsie returned.
"Celebrate what?" queried Polly, wiping a drop of overrunning water from the gla.s.s which Miss Lucy had supplied.
"Why, the war"s birthday! Don"t you know about it?" And Elsie looked her astonishment at having heard any new with which Polly was not already acquainted.
"I don"t know what you mean," Polly replied.
Then what a babel of tongues! Each wanted to be first to inform Polly.
"The ward"s five years old to-morrow!"--"Miss Lucy"s been tellin"
us!"--"it was started five years ago!"--"There was only three children in it then!"--"She said we ought to celebrate!"--"A lady give it to the hospital!"
"We"ll every one wear a sweet pea all day!" announced Polly.
"That"ll be lovely!" beamed Elsie.
"They"ll wilt," objected practical Moses.
"Never mind!" returned Polly. "We can give "em a drink once in a while."
So it was agreed. Meantime Miss Lucy, at her table, textbook in hand, overheard and wished and planned. Downstairs, too, where Mrs. Jocelyn sat talking with Dr. Dudley, more planning was going on, and in the physician"s own heart a little private scheme was brewing. Thus the ward"s birthday came nearer and more near.
The sweet peas were placed on a broad sill outside the window for the night, lest they might take it into their frail little heads to wither before their time. They showed their appreciation of Miss Lucy"s thoughtfulness by being as sweet and bright as possible, and early in the morning everybody in the ward wore a decoration.
About ten o"clock Dr. Dudley appeared, and Polly and Elsie hurried to pin a posy in his b.u.t.tonhole. Elsie had chosen a pink and Polly a blue blossom, and one little girl held them in place while the other pinned them fast, the Doctor sending telegraphic messages over their heads to Miss Lucy.
"Now, let me see," he began, after he had returned thanks for his sweets; "think I can squeeze in seven or eight of them?"
nodding to the nurse.
"They"re none of them very bulky," she laughed.
"Fell strong enough for an auto ride, Elsie?" he twinkled.
"Me?" gasped the little girl. "You don"t mean me, do you?"
"If your name is Elsie Meyer, you"re the one," he replied.
"Oh, my! O-h, m-y!" she cried. "Polly! Polly! He"s goin" to take me to ride!" And she whirled Polly round and round in her excited joy.
"Cornelius and Moses," he counted, "and Elsie and Polly,"-- his eyes had reached the little girl with a crutch, whose pale face was growing pink and paler by turns,--"and Leonora and Brida," he went on; "that makes six."
"Oh, me too?" squealed Brida delightedly, clutching her chair for support in the trying moment.
Leonora said nothing, only gazed at the Doctor as if she feared he would vanish, together with her promised ride, if she did not keep close watch.
"There are only two more for whom I dare risk the b.u.mpety-b.u.mps,"
laughed Dr. Dudley. "Corinne, I think you can bear them, and perhaps we can wedge in Isabel."
"Oh, we can hold her!" volunteered Elsie.
"Sure, we can!" echoed Cornelius.
"No, I want to thit in Polly"th lap," lisped the midget, edging away from the others, and doing her best to climb to Polly"s arms.
Polly clasped the tiny one tight, smiling her promise, to full of joy in her friends" happiness for any words.
"I"ll give you fifteen minutes to prink up in," the Doctor told them; and away they scampered, Polly halting by David"s cot long enough to wish he "were going too."
The eight were downstairs within the specified time, and they whirled off in the big motor car, which seated them all comfortably without crowding anybody. Very demure they were, pa.s.sing along the city streets, but in the open country their delight found vent in shouts and squeals and jubilant laughter.
Dr. Dudley chose a route apart from the traveled highways, leading through woods and between blossoming fields.
"Could we get out and pick just a few o" those flowers?" Elsie ventured; and presently they were all over the stone wall, Leonora with the rest, right down among the goldenrod and asters.
The went home with their arms full of beauty, too overjoyed even to guess that they had been away nearly two whole hours, and that it was dinner time.
Leonora was first to discover it--the beautiful copy of the Sistine Madonna, hanging opposite David"s bed. Then dinner had to wait, while they flocked over to look at Dr. Dudley"s gift to the ward.
"Why, it"s just like a story," cried Elsie. "Something keeps happening all the time."
Miss Lucy smiled mysteriously, which made Polly wonder if there were more happenings in reserve for the day.
Dinner was barely cleared away when a rap sent Moses to the door.
There stood one of the porters grinning behind a pyramid of white boxes tied with gay ribbons.