Then I come out here an' told you," finished Nancy, casting another backward glance toward the house.
"Humph!" grunted Old Tom; and fell to work again.
In the ceremonious "parlor" of the Harrington homestead, Mr.John Pendleton did not have to wait long before a swift step warned him of Miss Polly's coming.

As he attempted to rise, she made a gesture of remonstrance.

She did not offer her hand, however, and her face was coldly reserved.
"I called to ask for--Pollyanna," he began at once, a little brusquely.
"Thank you.

She is about the same," said Miss Polly.
"And that is--won't you tell me HOW she is ?" His voice was not quite steady this time.
A quick spasm of pain crossed the woman's face.
"I can't, I wish I could!" "You mean--you don't know ?" "Yes." "But--the doctor ?" "Dr.Warren himself seems--at sea.

He is in correspondence now with a New York specialist.