"Eh?" The doctor wheeled about abruptly.
"Mr. Pendleton told me," nodded Pollyanna, again; "about the
woman's hand and heart, or the child's presence, you know. Why
don't you get a woman's hand and heart, Dr. Chilton? Or maybe
you'd take Jimmy Bean--if Mr. Pendleton doesn't want him."
Dr. Chilton laughed a little constrainedly.
"So Mr. Pendleton says it takes a woman's hand and heart to make
a home, does he?" he asked evasively.
"Yes. He says his is just a house, too. Why don't you, Dr.
Chilton?"
"Why don't I--what?" The doctor had turned back to his desk.
"Get a woman's hand and heart. Oh--and I forgot." Pollyanna's
face showed suddenly a painful color. "I suppose I ought to tell
you. It wasn't Aunt Polly that Mr. Pendleton loved long ago; and
so we--we aren't going there to live. You see, I told you it
was--but I made a mistake. I hope YOU didn't tell any one," she
finished anxiously.
"No--I didn't tell any one, Pollyanna," replied the doctor, a
little queerly.
"Oh, that's all right, then," sighed Pollyanna in relief.
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