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Pollyanna
began
to
clap
her
hands
;
but
even
as
she
brought
her
small
palms
together
the
first
time
,
she
stopped
,
and
held
them
suspended
.
"
Aunt
Polly
,
Aunt
Polly
,
WERE
you
the
woman
's
hand
and
heart
he
wanted
so
long
ago
?
You
were
--
I
know
you
were
!
And
that
's
what
he
meant
by
saying
I
'd
done
the
gladdest
job
of
all
--
to-day
.
I
'm
so
glad
!
Why
,
Aunt
Polly
,
I
do
n't
know
but
I
'm
so
glad
that
I
do
n't
mind
--
even
my
legs
,
now
!
"
Aunt
Polly
swallowed
a
sob
.
"
Perhaps
,
some
day
,
dear
--
"
But
Aunt
Polly
did
not
finish
.
Aunt
Polly
did
not
dare
to
tell
,
yet
,
the
great
hope
that
Dr.
Chilton
had
put
into
her
heart
.
But
she
did
say
this
--
and
surely
this
was
quite
wonderful
enough
--
to
Pollyanna
's
mind
:
"
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
!
"
"
Dear
Aunt
Polly
and
Uncle
Tom
:
--
Oh
,
I
can
--
I
can
--
I
CAN
walk
!
I
did
to-day
all
the
way
from
my
bed
to
the
window
!
It
was
six
steps
.
My
,
how
good
it
was
to
be
on
legs
again
!
"
All
the
doctors
stood
around
and
smiled
,
and
all
the
nurses
stood
beside
of
them
and
cried
.
A
lady
in
the
next
ward
who
walked
last
week
first
,
peeked
into
the
door
,
and
another
one
who
hopes
she
can
walk
next
month
,
was
invited
in
to
the
party
,
and
she
laid
on
my
nurse
's
bed
and
clapped
her
hands
.
Even
Black
Tilly
who
washes
the
floor
,
looked
through
the
piazza
window
and
called
me
'
Honey
,
child
'
when
she
was
n't
crying
too
much
to
call
me
anything
.
"
I
do
n't
see
why
they
cried
.
I
wanted
to
sing
and
shout
and
yell
!
Oh
--
oh
--
oh
!
just
think
,
I
can
walk
--
walk
--
WALK
!
Now
I
do
n't
mind
being
here
almost
ten
months
,
and
I
did
n't
miss
the
wedding
,
anyhow
.
Was
n't
that
just
like
you
,
Aunt
Polly
,
to
come
on
here
and
get
married
right
beside
my
bed
,
so
I
could
see
you
.
You
always
do
think
of
the
gladdest
things
!
"
Pretty
soon
,
they
say
,
I
shall
go
home
.
I
wish
I
could
walk
all
the
way
there
.
I
do
.
I
do
n't
think
I
shall
ever
want
to
ride
anywhere
any
more
.
It
will
be
so
good
just
to
walk
.
Oh
,
I
'm
so
glad
!
I
'm
glad
for
everything
.
Why
,
I
'm
glad
now
I
lost
my
legs
for
a
while
,
for
you
never
,
never
know
how
perfectly
lovely
legs
are
till
you
have
n't
got
them
--
that
go
,
I
mean
.
I
'm
going
to
walk
eight
steps
to-morrow
.
