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Page 61
"It will not be Dr. Chilton, Pollyanna," Miss Polly said sternly.
"Dr. Chilton is not our family physician. I shall send for Dr.
Warren--if you are worse."
Pollyanna did not grow worse, however, and Dr. Warren was not
summoned.
"And I'm so glad, too," Pollyanna said to her aunt that evening.
"Of course I like Dr. Warren, and all that; but I like Dr.
Chilton better, and I'm afraid he'd feel hurt if I didn't have
him. You see, he wasn't really to blame, after all, that he
happened to see you when I'd dressed you up so pretty that day,
Aunt Polly," she finished wistfully.
"That will do, Pollyanna. I really do not wish to discuss Dr.
Chilton--or his feelings," reproved Miss Polly, decisively.
Pollyanna looked at her for a moment with mournfully interested
eyes; then she sighed:
"I just love to see you when your cheeks are pink like that, Aunt
Polly; but I would so like to fix your hair. If--Why, Aunt
Polly!" But her aunt was already out of sight down the hall.
It was toward the end of August that Pollyanna, making an early
morning call on John Pendleton, found the flaming band of blue
and gold and green edged with red and violet lying across his
pillow. She stopped short in awed delight.
"Why, Mr. Pendleton, it's a baby rainbow--a real rainbow come in
to pay you a visit!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together
softly. "Oh--oh--oh, how pretty it is! But how DID it get in?"
she cried.
The man laughed a little grimly: John Pendleton was particularly
out of sorts with the world this morning.
"Well, I suppose it 'got in' through the bevelled edge of that
glass thermometer in the window," he said wearily. "The sun
shouldn't strike it at all but it does in the morning."
"Oh, but it's so pretty, Mr. Pendleton! And does just the sun do
that? My! if it was mine I'd have it hang in the sun all day
long!"
"Lots of good you'd get out of the thermometer, then," laughed
the man. "How do you suppose you could tell how hot it was, or
how cold it was, if the thermometer hung in the sun all day?"
"I shouldn't care," breathed Pollyanna, her fascinated eyes on
the brilliant band of colors across the pillow. "Just as if
anybody'd care when they were living all the time in a rainbow!"
The man laughed. He was watching Pollyanna's rapt face a little
curiously. Suddenly a new thought came to him. He touched the
bell at his side.
"Nora," he said, when the elderly maid appeared at the door,
"bring me one of the big brass candle-sticks from the mantel in
the front drawing-room."
"Yes, sir," murmured the woman, looking slightly dazed. In a
minute she had returned. A musical tinkling entered the room with
her as she advanced wonderingly toward the bed. It came from the
prism pendants encircling the old-fashioned candelabrum in her
hand.
"Thank you. You may set it here on the stand," directed the man.
"Now get a string and fasten it to the sash-curtain fixtures of
that window there. Take down the sash-curtain, and let the string
reach straight across the window from side to side. That will be
all. Thank you," he said, when she had carried out his
directions.
As she left the room he turned smiling eyes toward the wondering
Pollyanna.
"Bring me the candlestick now, please, Pollyanna."
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