"Walk! Pollyanna!" John Pendleton was saying. "What do you
mean?"
"I mean that from what I can hear and learn--a mile from her
bedside--that her case is very much like one that a college
friend of mine has just helped. For years he's been making this
sort of thing a special study. I've kept in touch with him, and
studied, too, in a way. And from what I hear--but I want to SEE
the girl!"
John Pendleton came erect in his chair.
"You must see her, man! Couldn't you--say, through Dr. Warren?"
The other shook his head.
"I'm afraid not. Warren has been very decent, though. He told me
himself that he suggested consultation with me at the first,
but--Miss Harrington said no so decisively that he didn't dare
venture it again, even though he knew of my desire to see the
child. Lately, some of his best patients have come over to me--so
of course that ties my hands still more effectually. But,
Pendleton, I've got to see that child! Think of what it may mean
to her--if I do!"
"Yes, and think of what it will mean--if you don't!" retorted
Pendleton.
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