I'm so
glad! Why, Aunt Polly, I don't know but I'm so glad that I don't
mind--even my legs, now!"
Aunt Polly swallowed a sob.
"Perhaps, some day, dear--" But Aunt Polly did not finish. Aunt
Polly did not dare to tell, yet, the great hope that Dr. Chilton
had put into her heart. But she did say this--and surely this was
quite wonderful enough--to Pollyanna's mind:
"Pollyanna, next week you're going to take a journey. On a nice
comfortable little bed you're going to be carried in cars and
carriages to a great doctor who has a big house many miles from
here made on purpose for just such people as you are. He's a dear
friend of Dr. Chilton's, and we're going to see what he can do
for you!"
CHAPTER XXXII. WHICH IS A LETTER FROM POLLYANNA
"Dear Aunt Polly and Uncle Tom:--Oh, I can--I can--I CAN walk! I
did to-day all the way from my bed to the window! It was six
steps. My, how good it was to be on legs again!
"All the doctors stood around and smiled, and all the nurses
stood beside of them and cried.
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