Some brought a book, a bunch of flowers, or a dainty to tempt the palate.

Some cried frankly.

Some turned their backs and blew their noses furiously.

But all inquired very anxiously for the little injured girl; and all sent to her some message--and it was these messages which, after a time, stirred Miss Polly to action.
First came Mr.John Pendleton.

He came without his crutches to-day.
"I don't need to tell you how shocked I am," he began almost harshly.
"But can--nothing be done ?" Miss Polly gave a gesture of despair.
"Oh, we're 'doing,' of course, all the time.