The young woman nodded.
"Tell her," the lips said.
Miss Polly cleared her throat, and tried to swallow the lump that
would scarcely let her speak.
"You were hurt, dear, by the automobile last night. But never
mind that now. Auntie wants you to rest and go to sleep again."
"Hurt? Oh, yes; I--I ran." Pollyanna's eyes were dazed. She
lifted her hand to her forehead. "Why, it's--done up, and
it--hurts!"
"Yes, dear; but never mind. Just--just rest."
"But, Aunt Polly, I feel so funny, and so bad! My legs feel
so--so queer--only they don't FEEL--at all!"
With an imploring look into the nurse's face, Miss Polly
struggled to her feet, and turned away. The nurse came forward
quickly.
"Suppose you let me talk to you now," she began cheerily. "I'm
sure I think it's high time we were getting acquainted, and I'm
going to introduce myself. I am Miss Hunt, and I've come to help
your aunt take care of you. And the very first thing I'm going to
do is to ask you to swallow these little white pills for me.
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