CHAPTER XXIII. AN ACCIDENT
At Mrs. Snow's request, Pollyanna went one day to Dr. Chilton's office to get the name of a medicine which Mrs. Snow had forgotten. As it chanced, Pollyanna had never before seen the inside of Dr. Chilton's office.
“ I've never been to your home before! This IS your home, isn't it?” she said, looking interestedly about her.
The doctor smiled a little sadly.
“ Yes—such as 'tis,” he answered, as he wrote something on the pad of paper in his hand; “but it's a pretty poor apology for a home, Pollyanna. They're just rooms, that's all—not a home.”
Pollyanna nodded her head wisely. Her eyes glowed with sympathetic understanding.
“ I know. It takes a woman's hand and heart, or a child's presence to make a home,” she said.
“ Eh?” The doctor wheeled about abru
