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           "Oh,yes,"noddedthedoctor,imperturbably. "ButI’mgivingordersnow. I’lltaketherisk." Thenheaddedwhimsically:"Youdon’tknow,ofcourse; butthatlittlegirlisbetterthanasix-quartbottleoftonicanyday. IfanythingoranybodycantakethegrouchoutofPendletonthisafternoon,shecan. That’swhyIsentherin." 

           "Whoisshe?" 

           Foronebriefmomentthedoctorhesitated. 

           "She’sthenieceofoneofourbestknownresidents. HernameisPollyannaWhittier. I—Idon’thappentoenjoyaveryextensivepersonalacquaintancewiththelittleladyasyet; butlotsofmypatientsdo—I’mthankfultosay!" 

           Thenursesmiled. 

           "Indeed! Andwhatarethespecialingredientsofthiswonder-working—tonicofhers?" 

           Thedoctorshookhishead. 

           "Idon’tknow. AsnearasIcanfindoutitisanoverwhelming,unquenchablegladnessforeverythingthathashappenedorisgoingtohappen. Atanyrate,herquaintspeechesareconstantlybeingrepeatedtome,and,asnearasIcanmakeout,‘justbeingglad’isthetenorofmostofthem. Allis,"headded,withanotherwhimsicalsmile,ashesteppedoutontotheporch,"IwishIcouldprescribeher—andbuyher—asIwouldaboxofpills; —thoughiftheregetstobemanyofherintheworld,youandImightaswellgotoribbon-sellingandditch-diggingforallthemoneywe’dgetoutofnursinganddoctoring,"helaughed,pickingupthereinsandsteppingintothegig.