It was Nancy who was sent to tell Mr. John Pendleton of Dr. Meads verdict. Miss Polly had remembered her promise to let him have direct information from the house. To go herself, or to write a letter, she felt to be almost equally out of the question. It occurred to her then to send Nancy.
There had been a time when Nancy would have rejoiced greatly at this extraordinary opportunity to see something of the House of Mystery and its master. But today her heart was too heavy to, rejoice at anything. She scarcely even looked about her at all, indeed, during the few minutes, she waited for Mr. John Pendleton to appear.
Im Nancy, sir, she said respectfully, in response to the surprised questioning of his eyes, when he came into the room. Miss Harrington sent me to tell you aboutMiss Pollyanna.
In spite of the curt terseness of the word, Nancy quite understood the anxiety that lay behind that short well?
It aint well, Mr. Pendleton, she choked.
You dont mean He paused, and she bowed her head miserably.
Yes, sir. He saysshe cant walk againnever.
For a moment there was absolute silence in the room; then the man spoke, in a voice shaken with emotion.
Nancy glanced at him, but dropped her eyes at once. She had not supposed that sour, cross, stern John Pendleton could look like that. In a moment he spoke again, still in the low, unsteady voice.
It seems cruelnever to dance in the sunshine again! My little prism girl!
There was another silence; then, abruptly, the man asked:
She herself doesnt know yetof coursedoes she?
But she does, sir. sobbed Nancy, an thats what makes it all the harder. She found outdrat that cat! I begs yer pardon, apologized the girl, hurriedly. Its only that the cat pushed open the door an Miss Pollyanna overheard em talkin. She found outthat way.
Poorlittlegirl! sighed the man again.
Yes, sir. Youd say so, sir, if you could see her, choked Nancy. I haint seen her but twice since she knew about it, an it done me up both times. Ye see its all so fresh an new to her, an she keeps thinkin all the time of new things she cant donow. It worries her, too, cause she cant seem ter be gladmaybe you dont know about her game, though, broke off Nancy, apologetically.
The glad game? asked the man. Oh, yes; she told me of that.
Oh, she did! Well, I guess she has told it generally ter most folks. But ye see, now sheshe cant play it herself, an it worries her. She says she cant think of a thingnot a thing about this not walkin again, ter be glad about.
Well, why should she? retorted the man, almost savagely.
Nancy shifted her feet uneasily.
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