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           "ButIwanttoknowwhatshesaid—justnow. Didyouhearher? IwantAuntPolly—shesaidsomething. Iwanthertotellme‘tisn’ttrue—‘tisn’ttrue!" 

           Thenursetriedtospeak,butnowordscame. SomethinginherfacesentanaddedterrortoPollyanna’seyes. 

           "MissHunt,youDIDhearher! Itistrue! Oh,itisn’ttrue! Youdon’tmeanIcan’tever—walkagain?" 

           "There,there,dear—don’t,don’t!"chokedthenurse. "Perhapshedidn’tknow. Perhapshewasmistaken. There’slotsofthingsthatcouldhappen,youknow." 

           "ButAuntPollysaidhedidknow! Shesaidheknewmorethananybodyelseabout—aboutbrokenlegslikemine!" 

           "Yes,yes,Iknow,dear; butalldoctorsmakemistakessometimes. Just—justdon’tthinkanymoreaboutitnow—pleasedon’t,dear." 

           Pollyannaflungoutherarmswildly. "ButIcan’thelpthinkingaboutit,"shesobbed. "It’sallthereisnowtothinkabout. Why,MissHunt,howamIgoingtoschool,ortoseeMr.Pendleton,orMrs.Snow,or—oranybody?" Shecaughtherbreathandsobbedwildlyforamoment. Suddenlyshestoppedandlookedup,anewterrorinhereyes. "Why,MissHunt,ifIcan’twalk,howamIevergoingtobegladfor—ANYTHING?" 

           MissHuntdidnotknow"thegame;" butshedidknowthatherpatientmustbequieted,andthatatonce. Inspiteofherownperturbationandheartache,herhandshadnotbeenidle,andshestoodnowatthebedsidewiththequietingpowderready. "There,there,dear,justtakethis,"shesoothed; "andbyandbywe’llbemorerested,andwe’llseewhatcanbedonethen. Thingsaren’thalfasbadastheyseem,dear,lotsoftimes,youknow."