Pendleton's broken leg,
Aunt Polly. If--if you don't mind VERY much, I WOULD LIKE to have
Dr. Chilton--truly I would!"
A distressed color suffused Miss Polly's face. For a moment she
did not speak at all; then she said gently--though yet with a
touch of her old stern decisiveness:
"But I do mind, Pollyanna. I mind very much. I would do
anything--almost anything for you, my dear; but I--for reasons
which I do not care to speak of now, I don't wish Dr. Chilton
called in on--on this case. And believe me, he can NOT know so
much about--about your trouble, as this great doctor does, who
will come from New York to-morrow."
Pollyanna still looked unconvinced.
"But, Aunt Polly, if you LOVED Dr. Chilton--"
"WHAT, Pollyanna?" Aunt Polly's voice was very sharp now. Her
cheeks were very red, too.
"I say, if you loved Dr. Chilton, and didn't love the other one,"
sighed Pollyanna, "seems to me that would make some difference in
the good he would do; and I love Dr. Chilton."
The nurse entered the room at that moment, and Aunt Polly rose to
her feet abruptly, a look of relief on her face.
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