"Pollyanna, my dear," she began gently, "we have decided that we
want another doctor besides Dr. Warren to see you. Another one
might tell us something new to do--to help you get well faster,
you know."
A joyous light came to Pollyanna's face.
"Dr. Chilton! Oh, Aunt Polly, I'd so love to have Dr. Chilton!
I've wanted him all the time, but I was afraid you didn't, on
account of his seeing you in the sun parlor that day, you know;
so I didn't like to say anything. But I'm so glad you do want
him!"
Aunt Polly's face had turned white, then red, then back to white
again. But when she answered, she showed very plainly that she
was trying to speak lightly and cheerfully.
"Oh, no, dear! It wasn't Dr. Chilton at all that I meant. It is a
new doctor--a very famous doctor from New York, who--who knows a
great deal about--about hurts like yours."
Pollyanna's face fell.
"I don't believe he knows half so much as Dr. Chilton."
"Oh, yes, he does, I'm sure, dear."
"But it was Dr. Chilton who doctored Mr.
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