"Chester May! And your mother's name? Was it Illingworth? Phebe Illingworth?" The words shot like bullets. "Why, yes!" gasped Polly. "How did you know?" "Polly! Polly!" He thrust out his hands--they touched Polly's, which he caught in a strong grip. "My mother was your father's sister, his eldest sister! We are cousins, Polly, own cousins!" Dr. Dudley came, with the nurse, before the story was ended, and then it had to be begun and told all over again,--the old, old story of a quarrel between the father and the "baby" of his family, of the hasty leaving home of the boy, of the meagre news of his early marriage, and lastly of the years that were empty of tidings. These Polly was able to fill up in part, when the story-teller turned listener, with interest almost as great as Polly's own. Floyd Westwood begged the physician to allow him one little glimpse of his new-found cousin; but Dr. Dudley was firm, and the eager eyes were not uncovered. Polly soon slipped away to share her joy with her mother, leaving the Doctor and his patient to talk over present plans and future possibilities. CHAPTER X A VISIT FROM ERASTUS BEAN It was yet early the next evening, soon after Dr. Dudley had gone for his usual round at the hospital, that Polly answered the doorbell to return with Erastus Bean. Delight laughed from the little man's weathered face. "There 'tis, my dear! there 'tis!" he chuckled, carefully drawing a folded paper from an inner pocket. He put it in Polly's hand with an impressive bow. "I hope it will make yer a millionaire," he wished, "yis, I do!" Polly thanked him, fingering the letter in a somewhat awed way, but not at all as if she were in a hurry to discover her chances towards millionairedom. Meantime Mrs. Dudley was seating the little man in the easiest chair. Settling himself comfortably, with a profusion of acknowledgments, he rubbed his lean hands together with a reminiscent smile. "I took Jane ridin' in a autymobile this afternoon!" he announced. "You did?" Polly burst out. "Sure thing!" he beamed. "Jane she's been a-wishin' an' a-wishin' she could go skylarkin' off like other folks, an' when that autymobile driv' up this afternoon, you'd oughter seen her eyes! It was a stylish one, I tell yer! An' we went bouncin' up an' down like the best of 'em! Jane she says it was full as good's a weddin' trip!" He was silent a moment, smiling at the remembrance. "I'm so glad you had such a nice ride," purred Polly.