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An Accident
"Eh? Well,Idon’tknow,Idon’tknow,"moanedNancy,withashakeofherheadassheturnedaway. "SeemsasifIjestcouldn’tstandittillthatdoctorgitsouto’there. IwishIhadawashin’terdo—thebiggestwashin’Ieversee,Ido,Ido!"shewailed,wringingherhandshelplessly. Evenafterthedoctorwasgone,however,thereseemedtobelittlethatNancycouldtellMr.Tom. Thereappearedtobenobonesbroken,andthecutwasofslightconsequence; butthedoctorhadlookedverygrave,hadshakenhisheadslowly,andhadsaidthattimealonecouldtell. Afterhehadgone,MissPollyhadshownafaceevenwhiterandmoredrawnlookingthanbefore. Thepatienthadnotfullyrecoveredconsciousness,butatpresentsheseemedtoberestingascomfortablyascouldbeexpected. Atrainednursehadbeensentfor,andwouldcomethatnight. Thatwasall. AndNancyturnedsobbingly,andwentbacktoherkitchen.
ItwassometimeduringthenextforenoonthatPollyannaopenedconsciouseyesandrealizedwhereshewas.
"Why,AuntPolly,what’sthematter? Isn’titdaytime? Whydon’tIgetup?"shecried. "Why,AuntPolly,Ican’tgetup,"shemoaned,fallingbackonthepillow,afteranineffectualattempttoliftherself.
"No,dear,Iwouldn’ttry—justyet,"soothedherauntquickly,butveryquietly.
"Butwhatisthematter? Whycan’tIgetup?"
MissPolly’seyesaskedanagonizedquestionofthewhite-cappedyoungwomanstandinginthewindow,outoftherangeofPollyanna’seyes.
Theyoungwomannodded.
"Tellher,"thelipssaid.
MissPollyclearedherthroat,andtriedtoswallowthelumpthatwouldscarcelyletherspeak.
"Youwerehurt,dear,bytheautomobilelastnight. Butnevermindthatnow. Auntiewantsyoutorestandgotosleepagain."
