With very pink cheeks
she turned and left the room hurriedly.
Over in the window the nurse and Dr. Warren were talking
earnestly. Dr. Chilton held out both his hands to Pollyanna.
"Little girl, I'm thinking that one of the very gladdest jobs you
ever did has been done to-day," he said in a voice shaken with
emotion.
At twilight a wonderfully tremulous, wonderfully different Aunt
Polly crept to Pollyanna's bedside. The nurse was at supper. They
had the room to themselves.
"Pollyanna, dear, I'm going to tell you--the very first one of
all. Some day I'm going to give Dr. Chilton to you for
your--uncle. And it's you that have done it all. Oh, Pollyanna,
I'm so--happy! And so--glad!--darling!"
Pollyanna began to clap her hands; but even as she brought her
small palms together the first time, she stopped, and held them
suspended.
"Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, WERE you the woman's hand and heart he
wanted so long ago? You were--I know you were! And that's what he
meant by saying I'd done the gladdest job of all--to-day.
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