A DOOR AJAR
anyway about—about broken legs like mine. And of course if you do, I can be glad for that. Do you?"
A swift something crossed the doctor's face that Pollyanna could not quite translate.
"Only time can tell that, little girl," he said gently; then he turned a grave face toward Dr. Warren, who had just come to the bedside.
Every one said afterward that it was the cat that did it. Certainly, if Fluffy had not poked an insistent paw and nose against Pollyanna's unlatched door, the door would not have swung noiselessly open on its hinges until it stood perhaps a foot ajar; and if the door had not been open, Pollyanna would not have heard her aunt's words.
In the hall the two doctors, the nurse, and Miss Polly stood talking. In Pollyanna's room Fluffy had just jumped to the bed with a little purring "meow" of joy when through the open door sounded clearly and sharply Aunt Polly's agonized exclamation.
"Not that! Doctor, not that! You don't mean—the child—will never walk again!"
It was all confusion then. First, from the bedroom came Pollyanna's terrified "Aunt Polly—Aunt Polly!" Then Miss Polly, seeing the open door and realizing that her words had been heard,
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