"Mere curiosity."
"I know better than that," she said, seizing his hand as it lay on
the table. "Now, popsy Adams, you just tell us what you are
driving at."
"What is the use?" asked the doctor provokingly. "I did have
another plan; but if you are all satisfied, I'll offer it to some
of the other girls, or perhaps Aunt Jane will take it in charge."
This was too much for Polly.
"Do tell us," she begged. "We'll do it too, whatever it is; won't
we girls?"
"But what if it is something that isn't funny at all, something
for which you have to give up your own good times?"
Polly's face fell, but she answered steadily,--
"We'll do it, just the same."
"I am glad to hear you say so," remarked Aunt Jane approvingly. "I
have felt that it was high time you girls were made to take an
interest in something really useful."
"What is it, Dr. Adams?" implored Jessie, whose curiosity was by
this time fired.
"Well, it's just this: down in the hospital there's a girl about
Katharine's age shut up in a room by herself, where she must stay
a year. She isn't pretty; she isn't especially bright; she is an
Irish girl from one of the hill towns in the northern part of the
state.
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