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A waiting Game
"ButIdomind,Pollyanna. Imindverymuch. Iwoulddoanything—almostanythingforyou,mydear; butI—forreasonswhichIdonotcaretospeakofnow,Idon’twishDr.Chiltoncalledinon—onthiscase. Andbelieveme,hecanNOTknowsomuchabout—aboutyourtrouble,asthisgreatdoctordoes,whowillcomefromNewYorkto-morrow."
Pollyannastilllookedunconvinced.
"But,AuntPolly,ifyouLOVEDDr.Chilton—"
"WHAT,Pollyanna?" AuntPolly’svoicewasverysharpnow. Hercheekswereveryred,too.
"Isay,ifyoulovedDr.Chilton,anddidn’tlovetheotherone,"sighedPollyanna,"seemstomethatwouldmakesomedifferenceinthegoodhewoulddo;andIloveDr.Chilton."
Thenurseenteredtheroomatthatmoment,andAuntPollyrosetoherfeetabruptly,alookofreliefonherface.
"Iamverysorry,Pollyanna,"shesaid,alittlestiffly; "butI’mafraidyou’llhavetoletmebethejudge,thistime. Besides,it’salreadyarranged. TheNewYorkdoctoriscomingto-morrow."
Asithappened,however,theNewYorkdoctordidnotcome"to-morrow." Atthelastmomentatelegramtoldofanunavoidabledelayowingtothesuddenillnessofthespecialisthimself. ThisledPollyannaintoarenewedpleadingforthesubstitutionofDr.Chilton—"whichwouldbesoeasynow,youknow."
Butasbefore,AuntPollyshookherheadandsaid"no,dear,"verydecisively,yetwithastillmoreanxiousassurancethatshewoulddoanything—anythingbutthat—topleaseherdearPollyanna. Asthedaysofwaitingpassed,onebyone,itdidindeed,seemthatAuntPollywasdoingeverything(butthat)thatshecoulddotopleaseherniece.
