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Page 96
The other shook his head.
"I'm afraid not. Warren has been very decent, though. He told me
himself that he suggested consultation with me at the first,
but--Miss Harrington said no so decisively that he didn't dare
venture it again, even though he knew of my desire to see the
child. Lately, some of his best patients have come over to me--so
of course that ties my hands still more effectually. But,
Pendleton, I've got to see that child! Think of what it may mean
to her--if I do!"
"Yes, and think of what it will mean--if you don't!" retorted
Pendleton.
"But how can I--without a direct request from her aunt?--which
I'll never get!"
"She must be made to ask you!"
"How?"
"I don't know."
"No, I guess you don't--nor anybody else. She's too proud and too
angry to ask me--after what she said years ago it would mean if
she did ask me. But when I think of that child, doomed to
lifelong misery, and when I think that maybe in my hands lies a
chance of escape, but for that confounded nonsense we call pride
and professional etiquette, I--" He did not finish his sentence,
but with his hands thrust deep into his pockets, he turned and
began to tramp up and down the room again, angrily.
"But if she could be made to see--to understand," urged John
Pendleton.
"Yes; and who's going to do it?" demanded the doctor, with a
savage turn.
"I don't know, I don't know," groaned the other, miserably.
Outside the window Jimmy Bean stirred suddenly. Up to now he had
scarcely breathed, so intently had he listened to every word.
"Well, by Jinks, I know!" he whispered, exultingly. "I'M a-goin'
ter do it!" And forthwith he rose to his feet, crept stealthily
around the corner of the house, and ran with all his might down
Pendleton Hill.
CHAPTER XXX. JIMMY TAKES THE HELM
"It's Jimmy Bean. He wants ter see ye, ma'am," announced Nancy in
the doorway.
"Me?" rejoined Miss Polly, plainly surprised. "Are you sure he
did not mean Miss Pollyanna? He may see her a few minutes to-day,
if he likes."
"Yes'm. I told him. But he said it was you he wanted."
"Very well, I'll come down." And Miss Polly arose from her chair
a little wearily.
In the sitting room she found waiting for her a round-eyed,
flushed-faced boy, who began to speak at once.
"Ma'am, I s'pose it's dreadful--what I'm doin', an' what I'm
sayin'; but I can't help it. It's for Pollyanna, and I'd walk
over hot coals for her, or face you, or--or anythin' like that,
any time. An' I think you would, too, if you thought there was a
chance for her ter walk again. An' so that's why I come ter tell
ye that as long as it's only pride an' et--et-somethin' that's
keepin' Pollyanna from walkin', why I knew you WOULD ask Dr.
Chilton here if you understood--"
"Wh-at?" interrupted Miss Polly, the look of stupefaction on her
face changing to one of angry indignation.
Jimmy sighed despairingly.
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