You will be when I tell ye. Why,
it may make Pollyanna--walk!"
"Jimmy, what do you mean?" Miss Polly was leaning forward
eagerly.
"There, I told ye so," nodded Jimmy, contentedly. "Well, Dr.
Chilton knows some doctor somewhere that can cure Pollyanna, he
thinks--make her walk, ye know; but he can't tell sure till he
SEES her. And he wants ter see her somethin' awful, but he told
Mr. Pendleton that you wouldn't let him."
Miss Polly's face turned very red.
"But, Jimmy, I--I can't--I couldn't! That is, I didn't know!"
Miss Polly was twisting her fingers together helplessly.
"Yes, an' that's what I come ter tell ye, so you WOULD know,"
asserted Jimmy, eagerly. "They said that for some reason--I
didn't rightly catch what--you wouldn't let Dr. Chilton come, an'
you told Dr. Warren so; an' Dr. Chilton couldn't come himself,
without you asked him, on account of pride an' professional
et--et--well, et-somethin anyway. An' they was wishin' somebody
could make you understand, only they didn't know who could; an' I
was outside the winder, an' I says ter myself right away, 'By
Jinks, I'll do it!' An' I come--an' have I made ye understand?"
"Yes; but, Jimmy, about that doctor," implored Miss Polly,
feverishly.
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