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           "Yes; but,Jimmy,aboutthatdoctor,"imploredMissPolly,feverishly. "Whowashe? Whatdidhedo? AretheySUREhecouldmakePollyannawalk?" 

           "Idon’tknowwhohewas. Theydidn’tsay. Dr.Chiltonknowshim,an’he’sjustcuredsomebodyjustlikeher,Dr.Chiltonthinks. Anyhow,theydidn’tseemterbedoin’noworryin’aboutHIM. ‘TwasYOUtheywasworryin’about,‘causeyouwouldn’tletDr.Chiltonseeher. An’say—youwilllethimcome,won’tyou?—nowyouunderstand?" 

           MissPollyturnedherheadfromsidetoside. Herbreathwascominginlittleuneven,rapidgasps.Jimmy,watchingherwithanxiouseyes,thoughtshewasgoingtocry. Butshedidnotcry. Afteraminuteshesaidbrokenly: 

           "Yes—I’lllet—Dr.Chilton—seeher. Nowrunhome,Jimmy—quick! I’vegottospeaktoDr.Warren. He’sup-stairsnow. Isawhimdriveinafewminutesago." 

           AlittlelaterDr.Warrenwassurprisedtomeetanagitated,flushed-facedMissPollyinthehall. Hewasstillmoresurprisedtoheartheladysay,alittlebreathlessly: 

           "Dr.Warren,youaskedmeoncetoallowDr.Chiltontobecalledinconsultation,and—Irefused. SincethenIhavereconsidered. IverymuchdesirethatyouSHOULDcallinDr.Chilton. Willyounotaskhimatonce—please? Thankyou."