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an agitated, flushed-faced Miss Polly in the hall. He was still more surprised to hear the lady say, a little breathlessly:

“Dr. Warren, you asked me once to allow Dr. Chilton to be called in consultation, and⁠—I refused. Since then I have reconsidered. I very much desire that you should call in Dr. Chilton. Will you not ask him at once⁠—please? Thank you.”

XXXI A New Uncle

The next time Dr. Warren entered the chamber where Pollyanna lay watching the dancing shimmer of color on the ceiling, a tall, broad-shouldered man followed close behind him.

“Dr. Chilton!⁠—oh, Dr. Chilton, how glad I am to see you!” cried Pollyanna. And at the joyous rapture of the voice, more than one pair of eyes in the room brimmed hot with sudden tears. “But, of course, if Aunt Polly doesn’t want⁠—”

“It is all right, my dear; don’t worry,” soothed Miss Polly, agitatedly, hurrying forward. “I have told Dr. Chilton that⁠—that I want him to look you over⁠—with Dr. Warren, this morning.”

“Oh, then you asked him to come,” murmured Pollyanna, contentedly.

“Yes, dear, I asked him. That is⁠—” But it was too late. The adoring happiness that had leaped to Dr. Chilton’s eyes was unmistakable and Miss Polly had seen it. 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 today,” 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—today. 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!”

XXXII Which Is a Letter from Pollyanna

“Dear Aunt Polly and Uncle Tom:⁠—Oh, I can⁠—I can⁠—I can walk! I did today 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. A lady in the next ward who walked last week first, peeked into the door, and another one who hopes she can walk next month, was invited in to the party, and she laid on my nurse’s bed and clapped her hands. Even Black Tilly who washes the floor, looked through the piazza window and called me ‘Honey, child’ when she wasn’t crying too much to call me anything.

“I don’t see why they cried. I wanted to sing and shout and yell! Oh⁠—oh⁠—oh! just think, I can walk⁠—walk⁠—walk! Now I don’t mind being here almost ten months, and I didn’t miss the wedding, anyhow. Wasn’t that just like you, Aunt Polly, to come on here and get married right beside my bed, so I could see you. You always do think of the gladdest things!

“Pretty soon, they say, I shall go home. I wish I could walk all the way there. I do. I don’t think I shall ever want to ride anywhere any more. It will be so good just to walk. Oh, I’m so glad! I’m glad for everything. Why, I’m glad now I lost my legs for a while, for you never, never know how perfectly lovely legs are till you haven’t got them⁠—that go, I mean. I’m going to walk eight steps tomorrow.

“With heaps of love to everybody,

“Pollyanna.”

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Pollyanna
was published in 1913 by
Eleanor H. Porter.

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