Pollyanna frowned again. Then her eyes widened in surprise.
Why, Dr. Chilton, you dont meanyou didnt try to get somebodys hand and heart once, like Mr. Pendleton, andand couldnt, did you?
The doctor got to his feet a little abruptly.
There, there, Pollyanna, never mind about that now. Dont let other peoples troubles worry your little head. Suppose you run back now to Mrs. Snow. Ive written down the name of the medicine, and the directions how she is to take it. Was there anything else?
Pollyanna shook her head.
No, Sir; thank you, Sir, she murmured soberly, as she turned toward the door. From the little hallway she called back, her face suddenly alight: Anyhow, Im glad twasnt my mothers hand and heart that you wanted and couldnt get, Dr. Chilton. Goodby!
It was on the last day of October that the accident occurred. Pollyanna, hurrying home from school, crossed the road at an apparently safe distance in front of a swiftly approaching motor car.
Just what happened, no one could seem to tell afterward. Neither was there any one found who could tell why it happened or who was to blame that it did happen. Pollyanna, however, at five oclock, was borne, limp and unconscious, into the little room that was so dear to her. There, by a white-faced Aunt Polly and a weeping Nancy she was undressed tenderly and put to bed, while from the village, hastily summoned by telephone, Dr. Warren was hurrying as fast as another motor car could bring him.
And ye didnt need ter moren look at her aunts face, Nancy was sobbing to Old Tom in the garden, after the doctor had arrived and was closeted in the hushed room; ye didnt need ter moren look at her aunts face ter see that twant no duty that was eatin her. Yer hands dont shake, and yer eyes dont look as if ye was tryin ter hold back the Angel o Death himself, when youre jest doin yer duty, Mr. Tom they dont, they dont!
Is she hurtbad? The old mans voice shook.
There aint no tellin, sobbed Nancy. She lay back that white an still she might easy be dead; but Miss Polly said she want deadan Miss Polly had oughter know, if any one wouldshe kept up such a listenin an a feelin for her heartbeats an her breath!
Couldnt ye tell anythin what it done to her?thatthat Old Toms face worked convulsively.
Nancys lips relaxed a little.
I wish ye would call it somethin, Mr. Tom an somethin good an strong, too. Drat it! Ter think of its runnin down our little girl! I always hated the evil-smellin things, anyhowI did, I did!
But where is she hurt?
I dont know, I dont know, moaned Nancy. Theres a little cut on her blessed head, but taint badthat aintMiss Polly says. She says shes afraid its infernally shes hurt.
A faint flicker came into Old Toms eyes.
I guess you mean internally, Nancy, he said dryly. Shes hurt infernally, all rightplague take that autymobile!but I dont guess Miss Pollyd be usin that word, all the same.
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