Auntie wants you to rest and go to sleep again." "Hurt?
Oh, yes; I--I ran." Pollyanna's eyes were dazed.

She lifted her hand to her forehead.

"Why, it's--done up, and it--hurts!" "Yes, dear; but never mind.

Just--just rest." "But, Aunt Polly, I feel so funny, and so bad! My legs feel so--so queer--only they don't FEEL--at all!" With an imploring look into the nurse's face, Miss Polly struggled to her feet, and turned away.

The nurse came forward quickly.
"Suppose you let me talk to you now," she began cheerily.