A DOOR AJAR
Something in her face sent an added terror to Pollyanna's eyes.
"Miss Hunt, you did hear her! It is true! Oh, it isn't true! You don't mean I can't ever—walk again?"
"There, there, dear—don't, don't!" choked the nurse. "Perhaps he didn't know. Perhaps he was mistaken. There's lots of things that could happen, you know."
"But Aunt Polly said he did know! She said he knew more than anybody else about—about broken legs like mine!"
"Yes, yes, I know, dear; but all doctors make mistakes sometimes. Just—just don't think any more about it now—please don't, dear."
Pollyanna flung out her arms wildly.
"But I can't help thinking about it," she sobbed. "It's all there is now to think about. Why, Miss Hunt, how am I going to school, or to see Mr. Pendleton, or Mrs. Snow, or—or anybody?" She caught her breath and sobbed wildly for a moment. Suddenly she stopped and looked up, a new terror in her eyes. "Why, Miss Hunt, if I can't walk, how am I ever going to be glad for—anything?"
Miss Hunt did not know "the game;" but she did know that her patient must be quieted, and that at once. In spite of her own perturbation and
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