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"I met you and your husband last March when you came on to take Pollyanna home, but I presume you don't remember me. "Just six times I have commenced a letter to you, and torn it up so now I have decided not to 'commence' at all, but just to tell you what I want at once. So he contented himself now with a mere pat of her hand as she gave the afghan a final smooth, and settled herself to read the letter aloud. Polly had for so long been Miss Polly that she was inclined to retreat in a panic and dub her ministrations "silly," if they were received with too much notice and eagerness. Nor did the doctor-who had been forty-five on his wedding day, and who could remember nothing but loneliness and lovelessness-on his part object in the least to this concentrated "tending." He acted, indeed, as if he quite enjoyed it-though he was careful not to show it too ardently: he had discovered that Mrs. It seemed sometimes as if into that one short year of wifehood she had tried to crowd all the loving service and "babying" that had been accumulating through twenty years of lovelessness and loneliness. Chilton's wedding day was but a year behind her.

Fire away," directed the man, throw ​ing himself at full length on to the couch near his wife's chair.īut his wife did not at once "fire away." She got up first and covered her husband's recumbent figure with a gray worsted afghan. Chilton hesitated, pursed her lips, then picked up a letter near her. "Then you mustn't look so I can," he smiled. "Well, it's a letter-though I didn't mean you should find out by just looking at me." "Why, Polly, dear, what is it?" he asked concernedly. His tired face lighted at sight of her, but at once a perplexed questioning came to his eyes. It was about half-past nine, indeed, when the doctor entered his wife's sitting-room. For that matter, she would have had to wait, anyway, for crowded office hours, and the doctor's two long drives over the hills had left no time for domestic conferences. Chilton waited until Pollyanna had gone to bed before she spoke to her husband about the letter that had come in the morning mail.