A Door Ajar
Just a week from the time Dr. Mead, the specialist, was first expected, he came. He was a tall, broad- shouldered man with kind gray eyes, and a cheerful smile. Pollyanna liked him at once, and told him so.
You look quite a lot like my doctor, you see, she added engagingly.
Your doctor? Dr. Mead glanced in evident surprise at Dr. Warren, talking with the nurse a few feet away. Dr. Warren was a small, brown-eyed man with a pointed brown beard.
Oh, that isnt my doctor, smiled Pollyanna, divining his thought. Dr. Warren is Aunt Pollys doctor. My doctor is Dr. Chilton.
Oh-h! said Dr. Mead, a little oddly, his eyes resting on Miss Polly, who, with a vivid blush, had turned hastily away.
Yes. Pollyanna hesitated, then continued with her usual truthfulness. You see, I wanted Dr. Chilton all the time, but Aunt Polly wanted you. She said you knew more than Dr. Chilton, anyway aboutabout broken legs like mine. And of course if you do, I can be glad for that. Do you?
A swift something crossed the doctors face that Pollyanna could not quite translate.
Only time can tell that, little girl, he said gently; then he turned a grave face toward Dr. Warren, who had just come to the bedside.
Every one said afterward that it was the cat that did it. Certainly, if Fluffy had not poked an insistent paw and nose against Pollyannas unlatched door, the door would not have swung noiselessly open on its hinges until it stood perhaps a foot ajar; and if the door had not been open, Pollyanna would not have heard her aunts words.
In the hall the two doctors, the nurse, and Miss Polly stood talking. In Pollyannas room Fluffy had just jumped to the bed with a little purring meow of joy when through the open door sounded clearly and sharply Aunt Pollys agonized exclamation.
Not that! Doctor, not that! You dont meanthe childwill never walk again!
It was all confusion then. First, from the bedroom came Pollyannas terrified Aunt Polly Aunt Polly! Then Miss Polly, seeing the open door and realizing that her words had been heard, gave a low little moan andfor the first time in her lifefainted dead away.
The nurse, with a choking She heard! stumbled toward the open door. The two doctors stayed with Miss Polly. Dr. Mead had to stayhe had caught Miss Polly as she fell. Dr. Warren stood by, helplessly. It was not until Pollyanna cried out again sharply and the nurse closed the door, that the two men, with a despairing glance into each others eyes, awoke to the immediate duty of bringing the woman in Dr. Meads arms back to unhappy consciousness.
In Pollyannas room, the nurse had found a purring gray cat on the bed vainly trying to attract the attention of a white-faced, wild-eyed little girl.
Miss Hunt, please, I want Aunt Polly. I want her right away, quick, please!
The nurse closed the door and came forward hurriedly. Her face was very pale.
Sheshe cant come just this minute, dear. She willa little later. What is it? Cant Iget it?
Pollyanna shook her head.
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