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Page 98
CHAPTER XXXI. A NEW UNCLE
The next time Dr. Warren entered the chamber where Pollyanna lay
watching the dancing shimmer of color on the ceiling, a tall,
broad-shouldered man followed close behind him.
"Dr. Chilton!--oh, Dr. Chilton, how glad I am to see YOU!" cried
Pollyanna. And at the joyous rapture of the voice, more than one
pair of eyes in the room brimmed hot with sudden tears. "But, of
course, if Aunt Polly doesn't want--"
"It is all right, my dear; don't worry," soothed Miss Polly,
agitatedly, hurrying forward. "I have told Dr. Chilton that--that
I want him to look you over--with Dr. Warren, this morning."
"Oh, then you asked him to come," murmured Pollyanna,
contentedly.
"Yes, dear, I asked him. That is--" But it was too late. The
adoring happiness that had leaped to Dr. Chilton's eyes was
unmistakable and Miss Polly had seen it. With very pink cheeks
she turned and left the room hurriedly.
Over in the window the nurse and Dr. Warren were talking
earnestly. Dr. Chilton held out both his hands to Pollyanna.
"Little girl, I'm thinking that one of the very gladdest jobs you
ever did has been done to-day," he said in a voice shaken with
emotion.
At twilight a wonderfully tremulous, wonderfully different Aunt
Polly crept to Pollyanna's bedside. The nurse was at supper. They
had the room to themselves.
"Pollyanna, dear, I'm going to tell you--the very first one of
all. Some day I'm going to give Dr. Chilton to you for
your--uncle. And it's you that have done it all. Oh, Pollyanna,
I'm so--happy! And so--glad!--darling!"
Pollyanna began to clap her hands; but even as she brought her
small palms together the first time, she stopped, and held them
suspended.
"Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, WERE you the woman's hand and heart he
wanted so long ago? You were--I know you were! And that's what he
meant by saying I'd done the gladdest job of all--to-day. I'm so
glad! Why, Aunt Polly, I don't know but I'm so glad that I don't
mind--even my legs, now!"
Aunt Polly swallowed a sob.
"Perhaps, some day, dear--" But Aunt Polly did not finish. Aunt
Polly did not dare to tell, yet, the great hope that Dr. Chilton
had put into her heart. But she did say this--and surely this was
quite wonderful enough--to Pollyanna's mind:
"Pollyanna, next week you're going to take a journey. On a nice
comfortable little bed you're going to be carried in cars and
carriages to a great doctor who has a big house many miles from
here made on purpose for just such people as you are. He's a dear
friend of Dr. Chilton's, and we're going to see what he can do
for you!"
CHAPTER XXXII. WHICH IS A LETTER FROM POLLYANNA
"Dear Aunt Polly and Uncle Tom:--Oh, I can--I can--I CAN walk! I
did to-day all the way from my bed to the window! It was six
steps. My, how good it was to be on legs again!
"All the doctors stood around and smiled, and all the nurses
stood beside of them and cried. A lady in the next ward who
walked last week first, peeked into the door, and another one who
hopes she can walk next month, was invited in to the party, and
she laid on my nurse's bed and clapped her hands. Even Black
Tilly who washes the floor, looked through the piazza window and
called me 'Honey, child' when she wasn't crying too much to call
me anything.
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