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Justhowshewastodothis,however,shecouldnotsee. ShetalkedtoMr.Pendletonaboutheraunt; andhelistened,sometimespolitely,sometimesirritably,frequentlywithaquizzicalsmileonhisusuallysternlips. ShetalkedtoherauntaboutMr.Pendleton—orrather,shetriedtotalktoherabouthim. Asageneralthing,however,MissPollywouldnotlisten—long. Shealwaysfoundsomethingelsetotalkabout. Shefrequentlydidthat,however,whenPollyannawastalkingofothers—ofDr.Chilton,forinstance. Pollyannalaidthis,though,tothefactthatithadbeenDr.Chiltonwhohadseenherinthesunparlorwiththeroseinherhairandthelaceshawldrapedabouthershoulders. AuntPolly,indeed,seemedparticularlybitteragainstDr.Chilton,asPollyannafoundoutonedaywhenahardcoldshutherupinthehouse.
"IfyouarenotbetterbynightIshallsendforthedoctor,"AuntPollysaid.
"Shallyou? ThenI’mgoingtobeworse,"gurgledPollyanna. "I’dlovetohaveDr.Chiltoncometoseeme!"
Shewondered,then,atthelookthatcametoheraunt’sface.
"ItwillnotbeDr.Chilton,Pollyanna,"MissPollysaidsternly. "Dr.Chiltonisnotourfamilyphysician. IshallsendforDr.Warren—ifyouareworse."
Pollyannadidnotgrowworse,however,andDr.Warrenwasnotsummoned.
"AndI’msoglad,too,"Pollyannasaidtoherauntthatevening. "OfcourseIlikeDr.Warren,andallthat; butIlikeDr.Chiltonbetter,andI’mafraidhe’dfeelhurtifIdidn’thavehim. Yousee,hewasn’treallytoblame,afterall,thathehappenedtoseeyouwhenI’ddressedyouupsoprettythatday,AuntPolly,"shefinishedwistfully.
