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A new Uncle
Pollyannabegantoclapherhands; butevenasshebroughthersmallpalmstogetherthefirsttime,shestopped,andheldthemsuspended.
"AuntPolly,AuntPolly,WEREyouthewoman’shandandhearthewantedsolongago? Youwere—Iknowyouwere! Andthat’swhathemeantbysayingI’ddonethegladdestjobofall—to-day. I’msoglad! Why,AuntPolly,Idon’tknowbutI’msogladthatIdon’tmind—evenmylegs,now!"
AuntPollyswallowedasob.
"Perhaps,someday,dear—" ButAuntPollydidnotfinish. AuntPollydidnotdaretotell,yet,thegreathopethatDr.Chiltonhadputintoherheart. Butshedidsaythis—andsurelythiswasquitewonderfulenough—toPollyanna’smind:
"Pollyanna,nextweekyou’regoingtotakeajourney. Onanicecomfortablelittlebedyou’regoingtobecarriedincarsandcarriagestoagreatdoctorwhohasabighousemanymilesfromheremadeonpurposeforjustsuchpeopleasyouare. He’sadearfriendofDr.Chilton’s,andwe’regoingtoseewhathecandoforyou!"
