Dr.Mead prescribed certain treatments and medicines that might help, and Dr.Warren is carrying them out to the letter, of course.

But--Dr.Mead held out almost no hope." John Pendleton rose abruptly--though he had but just come.

His face was white, and his mouth was set into stern lines.

Miss Polly, looking at him, knew very well why he felt that he could not stay longer in her presence.

At the door he turned.
"I have a message for Pollyanna," he said.