"I am very sorry, Pollyanna," she said, a little stiffly; "but
I'm afraid you'll have to let me be the judge, this time.
Besides, it's already arranged. The New York doctor is coming
to-morrow."
As it happened, however, the New York doctor did not come
"to-morrow." At the last moment a telegram told of an unavoidable
delay owing to the sudden illness of the specialist himself. This
led Pollyanna into a renewed pleading for the substitution of Dr.
Chilton--"which would be so easy now, you know."
But as before, Aunt Polly shook her head and said "no, dear,"
very decisively, yet with a still more anxious assurance that she
would do anything--anything but that--to please her dear
Pollyanna.
As the days of waiting passed, one by one, it did indeed, seem
that Aunt Polly was doing everything (but that) that she could do
to please her niece.
"I wouldn't 'a' believed it--you couldn't 'a' made me believe
it," Nancy said to Old Tom one morning. "There don't seem ter be
a minute in the day that Miss Polly ain't jest hangin' 'round
waitin' ter do somethin' for that blessed lamb if 'tain't more
than ter let in the cat--an' her what wouldn't let Fluff nor Buff
up-stairs for love nor money a week ago; an' now she lets 'em
tumble all over the bed jest 'cause it pleases Miss Pollyanna!
"An' when she ain't doin' nothin' else, she's movin' them little
glass danglers 'round ter diff'rent winders in the room so the
sun'll make the 'rainbows dance,' as that blessed child calls it.
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