A waiting Game

           OnthedayafterJohnPendleton’scallattheHarringtonhomestead,MissPollysetherselftothetaskofpreparingPollyannaforthevisitofthespecialist. 

           "Pollyanna,mydear,"shebegangently,"wehavedecidedthatwewantanotherdoctorbesidesDr.Warrentoseeyou. Anotheronemighttellussomethingnewtodotohelpyougetwellfaster,youknow." 

           AjoyouslightcametoPollyanna’sface. 

           "Dr.Chilton! Oh,AuntPolly,I’dsolovetohaveDr.Chilton! I’vewantedhimallthetime,butIwasafraidyoudidn’t,onaccountofhisseeingyouinthesunparlorthatday,youknow; soIdidn’tliketosayanything. ButI’msogladyoudowanthim!" 

           AuntPolly’sfacehadturnedwhite,thenred,thenbacktowhiteagain. Butwhensheanswered,sheshowedveryplainlythatshewastryingtospeaklightlyandcheerfully. 

           "Oh,no,dear! Itwasn’tDr.ChiltonatallthatImeant. ItisanewdoctoraveryfamousdoctorfromNewYork,whowhoknowsagreatdealaboutabouthurtslikeyours." 

           Pollyanna’sfacefell. 

           "Idon’tbelieveheknowshalfsomuchasDr.Chilton." 

           "Oh,yes,hedoes,I’msure,dear." 

           "ButitwasDr.ChiltonwhodoctoredMr.Pendleton’sbrokenleg,AuntPolly. Ififyoudon’tmindVERYmuch,IWOULDLIKEtohaveDr.ChiltontrulyIwould!" 

           AdistressedcolorsuffusedMissPolly’sface. Foramomentshedidnotspeakatall; thenshesaidgentlythoughyetwithatouchofheroldsterndecisiveness: 

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