The nurse tried to
look cheerful, but her eyes were troubled. The doctor was openly
nervous and impatient. Miss Polly said little; but even the
softening waves of hair about her face, and the becoming laces at
her throat, could not hide the fact that she was growing thin and
pale. As to Pollyanna--Pollyanna petted the dog, smoothed the
cat's sleek head, admired the flowers and ate the fruits and
jellies that were sent in to her; and returned innumerable cheery
answers to the many messages of love and inquiry that were
brought to her bedside. But she, too, grew pale and thin; and the
nervous activity of the poor little hands and arms only
emphasized the pitiful motionlessness of the once active little
feet and legs now lying so woefully quiet under the blankets.
As to the game--Pollyanna told Nancy these days how glad she was
going to be when she could go to school again, go to see Mrs.
Snow, go to call on Mr. Pendleton, and go to ride with Dr.
Chilton nor did she seem to realize that all this "gladness" was
in the future, not the present.
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