Sterling could open her budget of news
and her wonderful plan for the Comfort committee.
She was just beginning on it.
"I do like that name so very much," sighed Polly. She was on a little
cricket by the side of the lounge, her hands resting on the gay
sofa-blanket.
"Don't you?" cried Mrs. Sterling, in great satisfaction. "It expresses so
much, Polly. I am so very glad that you like it."
"Master Joel Pepper is coming down the street," said Gibson, guilty of
interrupting, for she knew how anxious her mistress was to see Joel. "Shall
I call him in?"
"Do, by all means," said Mrs. Sterling, while Polly cried:
"Oh, I am so glad!"
So Gibson knocked on the window, and beckoned to Joel that he was wanted;
then she hurried down to the big front door to let him in.
There was a funny little noise over the stairs, as if there were more than
one pair of feet, which was soon explained by Joel's bursting in, dragging
another boy after him, who had his arm done up in a sling.
"It's Jack," he said, by way of introduction.
"Oh, Joel!" cried Polly, springing to her feet, in consternation.
"Yes, and now what is it?" Joel advanced to the invalid's couch, ready for
business.
"I'm very glad to see Jack," said Mrs. Sterling, with a smile, putting out
her soft, white hand to the boy, who was gazing at the doorway through
which he had come, as if nothing would please him so much as to go through
it again, this time on the way back.
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