In spite of her own perturbation and heartache, her hands had not been idle, and she stood now at the bedside with the quieting powder ready.
"There, there, dear, just take this," she soothed; "and by and by we'll be more rested, and we'll see what can be done then.

Things aren't half as bad as they seem, dear, lots of times, you know." Obediently Pollyanna took the medicine, and sipped the water from the glass in Miss Hunt's hand.
"I know; that sounds like things father used to say," faltered Pollyanna, blinking off the tears.

"He said there was always something about everything that might be worse; but I reckon he'd never just heard he couldn't ever walk again.

I don't see how there CAN be anything about that, that could be worse--do you ?" Miss Hunt did not reply.

She could not trust herself to speak just then..