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A door ajar
"Notthat! Doctor,notthat! Youdon’tmean—thechild—willNEVERWALKagain!"
Itwasallconfusionthen. First,fromthebedroomcamePollyanna’sterrified"AuntPollyAuntPolly!" ThenMissPolly,seeingtheopendoorandrealizingthatherwordshadbeenheard,gavealowlittlemoanand—forthefirsttimeinherlife—fainteddeadaway.
Thenurse,withachoking"Sheheard!"stumbledtowardtheopendoor. ThetwodoctorsstayedwithMissPolly. Dr.Meadhadtostay—hehadcaughtMissPollyasshefell. Dr.Warrenstoodby,helplessly. ItwasnotuntilPollyannacriedoutagainsharplyandthenurseclosedthedoor,thatthetwomen,withadespairingglanceintoeachother’seyes,awoketotheimmediatedutyofbringingthewomaninDr.Mead’sarmsbacktounhappyconsciousness.
InPollyanna’sroom,thenursehadfoundapurringgraycatonthebedvainlytryingtoattracttheattentionofawhite-faced,wild-eyedlittlegirl.
"MissHunt,please,IwantAuntPolly. Iwantherrightaway,quick,please!"
Thenurseclosedthedoorandcameforwardhurriedly. Herfacewasverypale.
"She—shecan’tcomejustthisminute,dear. Shewill—alittlelater. Whatisit? Can’tI—getit?"
Pollyannashookherhead.
