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"
Ah
!
Some
calf
's
-
foot
jelly
?
"
he
asked
genially
.
"
That
will
be
fine
!
Maybe
you
'd
like
to
see
our
patient
,
eh
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
sir
,
"
beamed
Pollyanna
;
and
the
woman
,
in
obedience
to
a
nod
from
the
doctor
,
led
the
way
down
the
hall
at
once
,
though
plainly
with
vast
surprise
on
her
face
.
Behind
the
doctor
,
a
young
man
(
a
trained
nurse
from
the
nearest
city
)
gave
a
disturbed
exclamation
.
"
But
,
Doctor
,
did
n't
Mr.
Pendleton
give
orders
not
to
admit
--
any
one
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
nodded
the
doctor
,
imperturbably
.
"
But
I
'm
giving
orders
now
.
I
'll
take
the
risk
.
"
Then
he
added
whimsically
:
"
You
do
n't
know
,
of
course
;
but
that
little
girl
is
better
than
a
six-quart
bottle
of
tonic
any
day
.
If
anything
or
anybody
can
take
the
grouch
out
of
Pendleton
this
afternoon
,
she
can
.
That
's
why
I
sent
her
in
.
"
"
Who
is
she
?
"
For
one
brief
moment
the
doctor
hesitated
.
"
She
's
the
niece
of
one
of
our
best
known
residents
.
Her
name
is
Pollyanna
Whittier
.
I
--
I
do
n't
happen
to
enjoy
a
very
extensive
personal
acquaintance
with
the
little
lady
as
yet
;
but
lots
of
my
patients
do
--
I
'm
thankful
to
say
!
"
The
nurse
smiled
.
"
Indeed
!
And
what
are
the
special
ingredients
of
this
wonder-working
--
tonic
of
hers
?
"
