me to enter it, I might take it that she was begging my pardon, and that all would be as beforewhich meant that shed marry me. Perhaps you see her summoning me nowbut I dont!
But couldnt you gowithout a summons?
The doctor frowned.
Well, hardly. I have some pride, you know.
But if youre so anxiouscouldnt you swallow your pride and forget the quarrel
Forget the quarrel! interrupted the doctor, savagely. Im not talking of that kind of pride. So far as that is concerned, Id go from here there on my kneesor on my headif that would do any good. Its professional pride Im talking about. Its a case of sickness, and Im a doctor. I cant butt in and say, Here, take me! can I?
Chilton, what was the quarrel? demanded Pendleton.
The doctor made an impatient gesture, and got to his feet.
What was it? Whats any lovers quarrel after its over? he snarled, pacing the room angrily. A silly wrangle over the size of the moon or the depth of a river, maybeit might as well be, so far as its having any real significance compared to the years of misery that follow them! Never mind the quarrel! So far as I am concerned, I am willing to say there was no quarrel. Pendleton, I must see that child. It may mean life or death. It will meanI honestly believenine chances out of ten that Pollyanna Whittier will walk again!
The words were spoken clearly, impressively; and they were spoken just as the one who uttered them had almost reached the open window near John Pendletons chair. Thus it happened that very distinctly they reached the ears of a small boy kneeling beneath the window on the ground outside.
Jimmy Bean, at his Saturday morning task of pulling up the first little green weeds of the flowerbeds, sat up with ears and eyes wide open.
Walk! Pollyanna! John Pendleton was saying. What do you mean?
I mean that from what I can hear and learna mile from her bedsidethat her case is very much like one that a college friend of mine has just helped. For years hes been making this sort of thing a special study. Ive kept in touch with him, and studied, too, in a way. And from what I hearbut I want to see the girl!
John Pendleton came erect in his chair.
You must see her, man! Couldnt yousay, through Dr. Warren?
The other shook his head.
Im afraid not. Warren has been very decent, though. He told me himself that he suggested consultation with me at the first, butMiss Harrington said no so decisively that he didnt dare venture it again, even though he knew of my desire to see the child. Lately, some of his best patients have come over to meso of course that ties my hands still more effectually. But, Pendleton, Ive got to see that child! Think of what it may mean to herif I do!
Yes, and think of what it will meanif you dont! retorted Pendleton.
But how can Iwithout a direct request from her aunt?which Ill never get!
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