"Eh? Oh! Well, when you get into the house, go straight through
the vestibule and hall to the door at the end. On the big,
flat-topped desk in the middle of the room you'll find a
telephone. Do you know how to use a telephone?"

"Oh, yes, sir! Why, once when Aunt Polly--"

"Never mind Aunt Polly now," cut in the man scowlingly, as he
tried to move himself a little.

"Hunt up Dr. Thomas Chilton's number on the card you'll find
somewhere around there--it ought to be on the hook down at the
side, but it probably won't be. You know a telephone card, I
suppose, when you see one!"

"Oh, yes, sir! I just love Aunt Polly's. There's such a lot of
queer names, and--"

"Tell Dr. Chilton that John Pendleton is at the foot of Little
Eagle Ledge in Pendleton Woods with a broken leg, and to come at
once with a stretcher and two men. He'll know what to do besides
that. Tell him to come by the path from the house."

"A broken leg? Oh, Mr. Pendleton, how perfectly awful!" shuddered
Pollyanna. "But I'm so glad I came! Can't _I_ do--"

"Yes, you can--but evidently you won't! WILL you go and do what I
ask and stop talking," moaned the man, faintly. And, with a
little sobbing cry, Pollyanna went.