The patient had not fully recovered consciousness, but at present she seemed to be resting as comfortably as could be expected.

A trained nurse had been sent for, and would come that night.
That was all.

And Nancy turned sobbingly, and went back to her kitchen.
It was sometime during the next forenoon that Pollyanna opened conscious eyes and realized where she was.
"Why, Aunt Polly, what's the matter?
Isn't it daytime?
Why don't I get up ?" she cried.

"Why, Aunt Polly, I can't get up," she moaned, falling back on the pillow, after an ineffectual attempt to lift herself.
"No, dear, I wouldn't try--just yet," soothed her aunt quickly, but very quietly.
"But what is the matter?
Why can't I get up ?" Miss Polly's eyes asked an agonized question of the white-capped young woman standing in the window, out of the range of Pollyanna's eyes.
The young woman nodded.
"Tell her," the lips said.
Miss Polly cleared her throat, and tried to swallow the lump that would scarcely let her speak.
"You were hurt, dear, by the automobile last night.

But never mind that now.