"Oh, dear," scowled Polly; "I hope ther is n"t anything bad the matter with him!"
"It is the first time I ever spoke to him," said David slowly.
"But, of course, he did n"t know it was I that was talking."
"There"s the Doctor!" cried Leonora, as a runabout stopped at the entrance.
"Shall I go tell him?" and Polly started. But the lad was already on his way.
"Let me, please!" he answered. "I want to do that much for Uncle David."
"I thought it might tire him to go fast," murmured Polly, apologetically, as she joined Leonora at the window.
"He"ll get all out of breath!" worried Leonora. "Just see him run!"
"He is n"t thinking of himself," Polly responded. "It"s just like him! But his heart is pretty strong now, I guess. Though Doctor told him to be careful."
David returned a little pale, and Polly made him lie down on the couch.
He did not seem inclined to talk, and the girls waited at the window, conversing in low tones over their dolls. By and by Dr.
Dudley came up the walk, and Polly ran to open the door for him.
The physician acknowledged the attention with a grave smile, and then went directly to the telephone, calling for Miss Batterson.
David sat up. The girls listened breathlessly.
Presently they heard arrangements being made for the nurse to go to the Colonel at once, and they gathered from what was said that David"s great-uncle was ill with typhoid fever, and that the Doctor had ordered him to bed.
"He has kept up too long," regretted Dr. Dudley, as he hung the receiver on its hook. "As it is he"ll have to go through a course of fever. He is furious at the prospect, but it can"t be helped.
"I"m so sorry," mourned Polly.
Then, seeing that there was no likelihood of a story or even talk from the Doctor, she proposed, softly to Leonora, that they go upstairs.
"No, stay here with David, if you wish; you"re not in the way.
I"m going back with Miss Batterson."
So they remained, while the physician put some medicines in his case, and gave David directions regarding a problem caller.
Soon the nurse came in, suit case in hand, and the two went off together.
"I hope mother won"t hear of it right away," the lad mused. "She thinks so much of Uncle David. She"d want to go and do something for him, you know, and she could n"t, and so she"d worry."
Polly recalled her recent drive through Forest Park, and could scarcely realize that the big, strong man who had made the time so pleasant for her was now weak and miserable from disease.
David related incidents of his mother"s life with her uncle when she was a small girl, one leading to another, until, suddenly, Dr.
Dudley opened the door.
"What!" he exclaimed. "My girlies not abed yet! Why, it is nearly nine o"clock! Miss Lucy will think I have kidnapped you."
They hurried away, with laughing good-nights, after being a.s.sured by the Doctor that probably Colonel Gresham would "come out all right."
David slept downstairs now, in a tiny room adjoining the physician"s, and his last thought that night was of the strangeness of it all--Uncle David"s hurrying to catch Dr.
Dudley for him, and his being the first to notify the Doctor of his uncle"s illness, while they had not even a bowing acquaintance with each other!
For a few days there was no alarming change in colonel Gresham"s condition. Then he grew worse. He became delirious, and remained so, recognizing no one. The anxiety felt in Dr. Dudley"s office extended upstairs to the little people of the convalescent ward, for since the Colonel"s birthday gift they had taken great interest in the master of the famous trotter. Every morning they were eager for the latest news from the second house away where their friend lay so ill.
The twentieth of September was hot and oppressive. Early in the evening thunder clouds heaped the western sky, and occasional flashes of lightning portended a shower.
After the children were established for the night, Miss Lucy sat long by the open window watching the electrical display. The clouds rose slowly, lingering beyond the western hills with no wind to aid their progress. Finally she partly undressed, and throwing on a kimono settled herself comfortably upon her cot, to await the uncertain storm, ready to shut the windows in case of driving rain. By and by fitful breezes fluttered through the room, the low rumbling of thunder was heard, and presently a soft patter of drops on the leaves. The lightning grew brilliant. The nurse dreamed and waked by turns. At length she was aroused by steps along the corridor. They sounded like Dr. Dudley"s. S She was at the door as the physician"s knuckle touched it. In response to his voice she stepped outside, that they might not disturb the sleepers.
"I want to take Polly over to Colonel Gresham"s," the Doctor explained. "He keeps on calling for "Eva," and nothing will quite him. He is on the verge of collapse."
"Did n"t Mrs. Collins come?"
"Yes; but he did n"t know her. It broke her all up. I think now that he has gone back to the time when she was a little girl, and possibly has confounded her with Polly. At any rate, I"m going to try the experiment of taking Polly over. It can do no harm, and may do some good."
The hall suddenly burst into light, and there was a simultaneous roar of thunder.
"We"re going to have a shower," observed the Doctor.
"I should think it was already here," returned Miss Lucy. "Had n"t you better wait till it pa.s.ses, before taking Polly out?"
"Oh, no! Wrap her up well, and I"ll carry her. It is only a few stops; she won"t get wet."
Polly was a quaint little figure in the long mackintosh, and it tripped her feet once or twice, until the doctor drew it from her and threw it across his arm.
The thunder had been lighter for some minutes; but as they halted at the entrance before going out a tremendous crash jarred the building.
"Not afraid, Thistledown?" smiled Dr. Dudley, as he wrapped her again in the long cloak.
"I don"t like it," she confessed; "but I shan"t mind with you,"
putting her arms around his neck.
The rain was pouring as they left the piazza, and before they were off the grounds big stones of hail were pelting their umbrella.
The Doctor hurried along, the lightning glaring about them and the air filled with thunder.
Colonel Gresham"s house was nearly reached, when a sudden gust turned the umbrella, and almost at once came a blaze of light and a terrific crash--a great oak across the street had been split from top to root!
With a gasp of terror Polly clung to the Doctor"s neck, and he sped up the walk on a quick run.
"There!" he exclaimed, setting her down inside the door, "You"re safe and sound! But next time we"ll take Miss Lucy"s advice, and not run any such risks."
"It was awful, was n"t it?" breathed Polly.
"A little too close for comfort," he smiled, taking her wet coat and spreading it over a chair.
At the foot of the stairs he halted for a few instructions.
"Humor the Colonel in every way possible," he told Polly. "If he names you "Eva," let him think he is right, and call him "Uncle David.""