POLLYANNA
out one day when a hard cold shut her up in the house.
"If you are not better by night I shall send for the doctor," Aunt Polly said.
"Shall you? Then I'm going to be worse," gurgled Pollyanna. "I'd love to have Dr. Chilton come to see me!"
She wondered, then, at the look that came to her aunt's face.
"It will not be Dr. Chilton, Pollyanna," Miss Polly said sternly. "Dr. Chilton is not our family physician. I shall send for Dr. Warren—if you are worse."
Pollyanna did not grow worse, however, and Dr. Warren was not summoned.
"And I'm so glad, too," Pollyanna said to her aunt that evening. "Of course I like Dr. Warren, and all that; but I like Dr. Chilton better, and I'm afraid he'd feel hurt if I didn't have him. You see, he wasn't really to blame, after all, that he happened to see you when I'd dressed you up so pretty that day, Aunt Polly," she finished wistfully.
"That will do, Pollyanna. I really do not wish to discuss Dr. Chilton—or his feelings," reproved Miss Polly, decisively.
Pollyanna looked at her for a moment with mournfully interested eyes; then she sighed:
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