POLLYANNA
people to know it—when 'twasn't true. But why don't you get a woman's hand and heart, Dr. Chilton?"
There was a moment's silence; then very gravely the doctor said:
"They're not always to be had—for the asking, little girl."
Pollyanna frowned thoughtfully.
"But I should think you could get 'em," she argued. The flattering emphasis was unmistakable.
"Thank you," laughed the doctor, with uplifted eyebrows. Then, gravely again: "I'm afraid some of your older sisters would not be quite so—confident. At least, they—they haven't shown themselves to be so—obliging," he observed.
Pollyanna frowned again. Then her eyes widened in surprise.
"Why, Dr. Chilton, you don't mean—you didn't try to get somebody's hand and heart once, like Mr. Pendleton, and—couldn't, did you?"
The doctor got to his feet a little abruptly.
"There, there, Pollyanna, never mind about that now. Don't let other people's troubles worry your little head. Suppose you run back now to Mrs. Snow. I've written down the name of the medicine, and the directions how she is to take it. Was there anything else?"
Pollyanna shook her head.
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