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white-capped young woman standing in the window, out of
the range of Pollyanna’s eyes.
The young woman nodded.
‘Tell her,’ the lips said.
Miss Polly cleared her throat, and tried to swallow the
lump that would scarcely let her speak.
‘You were hurt, dear, by the automobile last night. But
never mind that now. Auntie wants you to rest and go to
sleep again.’
‘Hurt? Oh, yes; I—I ran.’ Pollyanna’s eyes were dazed.
She lifted her hand to her forehead. ‘Why, it’s—done up,
and it—hurts!’
‘Yes, dear; but never mind. Just—just rest.’
‘But, Aunt Polly, I feel so funny, and so bad! My legs feel
so—so queer—only they don’t FEEL—at all!’
With an imploring look into the nurse’s face, Miss Polly
struggled to her feet, and turned away. The nurse came for-
ward quickly.
‘Suppose you let me talk to you now,’ she began cheerily.
‘I’m sure I think it’s high time we were getting acquainted,
and I’m going to introduce myself. I am Miss Hunt, and I’ve
come to help your aunt take care of you. And the very first
thing I’m going to do is to ask you to swallow these little
white pills for me.’
Pollyanna’s eyes grew a bit wild.
‘But I don’t want to be taken care of—that is, not for
long! I want to get up. You know I go to school. Can’t I go to
school to-morrow?’
From the window where Aunt Polly stood now there

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