"Yes. You told her she could be glad because other folks wasn't
like her--all sick, you know."

"Yes," nodded Pollyanna.

"Well, the doctor can be glad because he isn't like other
folks--the sick ones, I mean, what he doctors," finished Nancy in
triumph.

It was Pollyanna's turn to frown.

"Why, y-yes," she admitted. "Of course that IS one way, but it
isn't the way I said; and--someway, I don't seem to quite like
the sound of it. It isn't exactly as if he said he was glad they
WERE sick, but--You do play the game so funny, sometimes Nancy,"
she sighed, as she went into the house.

Pollyanna found her aunt in the sitting room.

"Who was that man--the one who drove into the yard, Pollyanna?"
questioned the lady a little sharply.

"Why, Aunt Polly, that was Dr. Chilton! Don't you know him?"

"Dr. Chilton! What was he doing--here?"

"He drove me home. Oh, and I gave the jelly to Mr. Pendleton,
and--"