"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.
Pages:
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193
194
195
196
197