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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 under-
stand, 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. ‘Who was he? What did he do? Are they SURE
he could make Pollyanna walk?’
‘I don’t know who he was. They didn’t say. Dr. Chilton
knows him, an’ he’s just cured somebody just like her, Dr.
Chilton thinks. Anyhow, they didn’t seem ter be doin’ no
worryin’ about HIM. ‘Twas YOU they was worryin’ about,
‘cause you wouldn’t let Dr. Chilton see her. An’ say—you
will let him come. won’t you?—now you understand?’
Miss Polly turned her head from side to side. Her breath
was coming in little uneven, rapid gasps. Jimmy, watching
her with anxious eyes, thought she was going to cry. But she
did not cry. After a minute she said brokenly:
‘Yes—I’ll let—Dr. Chilton—see her. Now run home, Jim-
my—quick! I’ve got to speak to Dr. Warren. He’s up-stairs
now. I saw him drive in a few minutes ago.’
A little later Dr. Warren was surprised to meet an agi-
tated, flushed-faced Miss Polly in the hall. He was still more

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