"Dr.
Warren is Aunt Polly's doctor.

My doctor is Dr.Chilton." "Oh-h!" said Dr.Mead, a little oddly, his eyes resting on Miss Polly, who, with a vivid blush, had turned hastily away.
"Yes." Pollyanna hesitated, then continued with her usual truthfulness.
"You see, _I_ wanted Dr.Chilton all the time, but Aunt Polly wanted you.

She said you knew more than Dr.Chilton, 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.