"
Thus it happened that the Rev. Paul Ford's sermon the next Sunday
was a veritable bugle-call to the best that was in every man and
woman and child that heard it; and its text was one of
Pollyanna's shining eight hundred:
"Be glad in the Lord and rejoice, ye righteous, and shout for joy
all ye that are upright in heart."
CHAPTER XXIII. AN ACCIDENT
At Mrs. Snow's request, Pollyanna went one day to Dr. Chilton's
office to get the name of a medicine which Mrs. Snow had
forgotten. As it chanced, Pollyanna had never before seen the
inside of Dr. Chilton's office.
"I've never been to your home before! This IS your home, isn't
it?" she said, looking interestedly about her.
The doctor smiled a little sadly.
"Yes--such as 'tis," he answered, as he wrote something on the
pad of paper in his hand; "but it's a pretty poor apology for a
home, Pollyanna. They're just rooms, that's all--not a home."
Pollyanna nodded her head wisely. Her eyes glowed with
sympathetic understanding.
"I know. It takes a woman's hand and heart, or a child's presence
to make a home," she said.
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