And of course if you
do, I can be glad for that. Do you?"
A swift something crossed the doctor's face that Pollyanna could
not quite translate.
"Only time can tell that, little girl," he said gently; then he
turned a grave face toward Dr. Warren, who had just come to the
bedside.
Every one said afterward that it was the cat that did it.
Certainly, if Fluffy had not poked an insistent paw and nose
against Pollyanna's unlatched door, the door would not have swung
noiselessly open on its hinges until it stood perhaps a foot
ajar; and if the door had not been open, Pollyanna would not have
heard her aunt's words.
In the hall the two doctors, the nurse, and Miss Polly stood
talking. In Pollyanna's room Fluffy had just jumped to the bed
with a little purring "meow" of joy when through the open door
sounded clearly and sharply Aunt Polly's agonized exclamation.
"Not that! Doctor, not that! You don't mean--the child--will
NEVER WALK again!"
It was all confusion then. First, from the bedroom came
Pollyanna's terrified "Aunt Polly Aunt Polly!" Then Miss Polly,
seeing the open door and realizing that her words had been heard,
gave a low little moan and--for the first time in her
life--fainted dead away.
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