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Dr. Chilton
"Andyoudidn’tbreakbutone. Youcanbeglad‘twasn’ttwo." Pollyannawaswarmingtohertask.
"Ofcourse! Sofortunate,"sniffedtheman,withupliftedeyebrows; "lookingatitfromthatstandpoint,IsupposeImightbegladIwasn’tacentipedeanddidn’tbreakfifty!"
Pollyannachuckled.
"Oh,that’sthebestyet,"shecrowed. "Iknowwhatacentipedeis; they’vegotlotsoflegs. Andyoucanbeglad—"
"Oh,ofcourse,"interruptedtheman,sharply,alltheoldbitternesscomingbacktohisvoice; "Icanbeglad,too,foralltherest,Isuppose—thenurse,andthedoctor,andthatconfoundedwomaninthekitchen!"
"Why,yes,sir—onlythinkhowbad‘twouldbeifyouDIDN’Thavethem!"
"Well,I—eh?"hedemandedsharply.
"Why,Isay,onlythinkhowbaditwouldbeifyoudidn’thave‘em—andyoulyingherelikethis!"
"Asifthatwasn’ttheverythingthatwasatthebottomofthewholematter,"retortedtheman,testily,"becauseIamlyingherelikethis! AndyetyouexpectmetosayI’mgladbecauseofafoolwomanwhodisarrangesthewholehouseandcallsit‘regulating,’andamanwhoaidsandabetsherinit,andcallsit‘nursing,’tosaynothingofthedoctorwhoeggs‘embothon—andthewholebunchofthem,meanwhile,expectingmetopaythemforit,andpaythemwell,too!"
Pollyannafrownedsympathetically.
"Yes,Iknow. THATpartistoobad—aboutthemoney—whenyou’vebeensavingit,too,allthistime." "When—eh?"