Some turned their backs and blew their noses furiously. But all
inquired very anxiously for the little injured girl; and all sent
to her some message--and it was these messages which, after a
time, stirred Miss Polly to action.
First came Mr. John Pendleton. He came without his crutches
to-day.
"I don't need to tell you how shocked I am," he began almost
harshly. "But can--nothing be done?"
Miss Polly gave a gesture of despair.
"Oh, we're 'doing,' of course, all the time. Dr. Mead prescribed
certain treatments and medicines that might help, and Dr. Warren
is carrying them out to the letter, of course. But--Dr. Mead held
out almost no hope."
John Pendleton rose abruptly--though he had but just come. His
face was white, and his mouth was set into stern lines. Miss
Polly, looking at him, knew very well why he felt that he could
not stay longer in her presence. At the door he turned.
"I have a message for Pollyanna," he said. "Will you tell her,
please, that I have seen Jimmy Bean and--that he's going to be my
boy hereafter.
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