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Page 81
Aunt Polly's face had turned white, then red, then back to white
again. But when she answered, she showed very plainly that she
was trying to speak lightly and cheerfully.
"Oh, no, dear! It wasn't Dr. Chilton at all that I meant. It is a
new doctor--a very famous doctor from New York, who--who knows a
great deal about--about hurts like yours."
Pollyanna's face fell.
"I don't believe he knows half so much as Dr. Chilton."
"Oh, yes, he does, I'm sure, dear."
"But it was Dr. Chilton who doctored Mr. Pendleton's broken leg,
Aunt Polly. If--if you don't mind VERY much, I WOULD LIKE to have
Dr. Chilton--truly I would!"
A distressed color suffused Miss Polly's face. For a moment she
did not speak at all; then she said gently--though yet with a
touch of her old stern decisiveness:
"But I do mind, Pollyanna. I mind very much. I would do
anything--almost anything for you, my dear; but I--for reasons
which I do not care to speak of now, I don't wish Dr. Chilton
called in on--on this case. And believe me, he can NOT know so
much about--about your trouble, as this great doctor does, who
will come from New York to-morrow."
Pollyanna still looked unconvinced.
"But, Aunt Polly, if you LOVED Dr. Chilton--"
"WHAT, Pollyanna?" Aunt Polly's voice was very sharp now. Her
cheeks were very red, too.
"I say, if you loved Dr. Chilton, and didn't love the other one,"
sighed Pollyanna, "seems to me that would make some difference in
the good he would do; and I love Dr. Chilton."
The nurse entered the room at that moment, and Aunt Polly rose to
her feet abruptly, a look of relief on her face.
"I am very sorry, Pollyanna," she said, a little stiffly; "but
I'm afraid you'll have to let me be the judge, this time.
Besides, it's already arranged. The New York doctor is coming
to-morrow."
As it happened, however, the New York doctor did not come
"to-morrow." At the last moment a telegram told of an unavoidable
delay owing to the sudden illness of the specialist himself. This
led Pollyanna into a renewed pleading for the substitution of Dr.
Chilton--"which would be so easy now, you know."
But as before, Aunt Polly shook her head and said "no, dear,"
very decisively, yet with a still more anxious assurance that she
would do anything--anything but that--to please her dear
Pollyanna.
As the days of waiting passed, one by one, it did indeed, seem
that Aunt Polly was doing everything (but that) that she could do
to please her niece.
"I wouldn't 'a' believed it--you couldn't 'a' made me believe
it," Nancy said to Old Tom one morning. "There don't seem ter be
a minute in the day that Miss Polly ain't jest hangin' 'round
waitin' ter do somethin' for that blessed lamb if 'tain't more
than ter let in the cat--an' her what wouldn't let Fluff nor Buff
up-stairs for love nor money a week ago; an' now she lets 'em
tumble all over the bed jest 'cause it pleases Miss Pollyanna!
"An' when she ain't doin' nothin' else, she's movin' them little
glass danglers 'round ter diff'rent winders in the room so the
sun'll make the 'rainbows dance,' as that blessed child calls it.
She's sent Timothy down ter Cobb's greenhouse three times for
fresh flowers--an' that besides all the posies fetched in ter
her, too. An' the other day, if I didn't find her sittin' 'fore
the bed with the nurse actually doin' her hair, an' Miss
Pollyanna lookin' on an' bossin' from the bed, her eyes all
shinin' an' happy. An' I declare ter goodness, if Miss Polly
hain't wore her hair like that every day now--jest ter please
that blessed child!"
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