Nancy, however, did realize
it--and cry about it, when she was alone.
CHAPTER XXVI. A DOOR AJAR
Just a week from the time Dr. Mead, the specialist, was first
expected, he came. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with kind
gray eyes, and a cheerful smile. Pollyanna liked him at once, and
told him so.
"You look quite a lot like MY doctor, you see," she added
engagingly.
"YOUR doctor?" Dr. Mead glanced in evident surprise at Dr.
Warren, talking with the nurse a few feet away. Dr. Warren was a
small, brown-eyed man with a pointed brown beard.
"Oh, THAT isn't my doctor," smiled Pollyanna, divining his
thought. "Dr. Warren is Aunt Polly's doctor. My doctor is Dr.
Chilton."
"Oh-h!" said Dr. Mead, a little oddly, his eyes resting on Miss
Polly, who, with a vivid blush, had turned hastily away.
"Yes." Pollyanna hesitated, then continued with her usual
truthfulness. "You see, _I_ wanted Dr. Chilton all the time, but
Aunt Polly wanted you. She said you knew more than Dr. Chilton,
anyway about--about broken legs like mine.
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