“Dr. Chilton! – oh, Dr. Chilton, how glad I am to see YOU!” cried Pollyanna. “But, of course, if Aunt Polly doesn’t want – ”

“It is all right, my dear; don’t worry,” soothed Miss Polly, hurrying forward. “I have told Dr. Chilton that – that I want him to look you over – with Dr. Warren, this morning.”

“Oh, then you asked him to come,” murmured Pollyanna, contentedly.

“Yes, dear, I asked him. That is – ”

Over in the window the nurse and Dr. Warren were talking earnestly. Dr. Chilton held out both his hands to Pollyanna.

“Little girl, I’m thinking that one of the very gladdest jobs you ever did has been done today,” he said.

At twilight a wonderfully different Aunt Polly crept to Pollyanna’s bedside. The nurse was at supper.

“Pollyanna, dear, I’m going to tell you – the very first one of all. Some day I’m going to give Dr. Chilton to you for your – uncle. And it’s you that have done it all. Oh, Pollyanna, I’m so – happy! And so – glad! – darling!”

“Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, WERE you the woman’s hand and heart he wanted so long ago? You were – I know you were! I’m so glad! Why, Aunt Polly, I don’t know but I’m so glad that I don’t mind – even my legs, now!”

“Pollyanna, next week you’re going to take a journey. On a nice comfortable little bed you’re going to be carried in cars and carriages to a great doctor who has a big house many miles from here made on purpose for just such people as you are. He’s a dear friend of Dr. Chilton’s, and we’re going to see what he can do for you!”