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CHAPTER XXV. A

WAITING GAME

n the day after John Pendleton’s call at the Harrington
Ohomestead, Miss Polly set herself to the task of prepar-
ing Pollyanna for the visit of the specialist.
‘Pollyanna, my dear,’ she began gently, ‘we have decided
that we want another doctor besides Dr. Warren to see you.
Another one might tell us something new to do—to help
you get well faster, you know.’
A joyous light came to Pollyanna’s face.
‘Dr. Chilton! Oh, Aunt Polly, I’d so love to have Dr. Chil-
ton! I’ve wanted him all the time, but I was afraid you didn’t,
on account of his seeing you in the sun parlor that day, you
know; so I didn’t like to say anything. But I’m so glad you
do want him!’
Aunt Polly’s face had turned white, then red, then back
to white again. But when she answered, she showed very
plainly that she was trying to speak lightly and cheerfully.
‘Oh, no, dear! It wasn’t Dr. Chilton at all that I meant. It is
a new doctor—a very famous doctor from New York, who—
who knows a great deal about—about hurts like yours.’
Pollyanna’s face fell.
‘I don’t believe he knows half so much as Dr. Chilton.’
‘Oh, yes, he does, I’m sure, dear.’

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