CHAPTER XXVI. A DOOR AJAR
Just a week from the time Dr. Mead, the specialist, was first expected, he came. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with kind gray eyes, and a cheerful smile. Pollyanna liked him at once, and told him so.
‘You look quite a lot like MY doctor, you see,’ she added engagingly.
‘YOUR doctor?’ Dr. Mead glanced in evident surprise at Dr. Warren, talking with the nurse a few feet away. Dr. Warren was a small, brown-eyed man with a pointed brown beard.
‘Oh, THAT isn’t my doctor,’ smiled Pollyanna, divining his thought. ‘Dr. Warren is Aunt Polly’s doctor. My doctor is Dr. Chilton.’
‘Oh-h!’ said Dr. Mead, a little oddly, his eyes resting on Miss Polly, who, with a vivid blush, had turned hastily away.
‘Yes.’ Pollyanna hesitated, then continued with her usual truthful
