The telephone bell cut sharp into Polly's story. She was recounting one of the merry hours that Mrs. Jocelyn had given to her and Leonora, while Dr. Dudley and his wife were taking their wedding journey. Still dimpling with laughter, she ran across to the instrument; but as she turned back from the message her face was troubled. "Father says I am to come right over to the hospital," she told her mother. "Mr. Bean-you know, the one that married Aunt Jane-has got hurt, and he wants to see me. I hope he isn't going to die. He was real good to me that time I was there, as good as he dared to be."