Chapter 12 POLLY'S HEROISM

"Miss King, don't you think I might be carried to the game tonight?" pleaded Polly early Saturday morning as the nurse was bathing her face and hands.

"We'll see; perhaps we can arrange it if you have no fever," answered Miss King, and Polly had to be content.

After study hour Lois and Betty flew up to the infirmary.

"Everything's going be