He knew, too, that never again would a long day's work or a long night's weariness be quite without that new-found exaltation that had come to him through Pollyanna's eyes.
"God bless you, little girl," he said unsteadily.

Then, with the bright smile his patients knew and loved so well, he added: "And I'm thinking, after all, that it was the doctor, quite as much as his patients, that needed a draft of that tonic!" All of which puzzled Pollyanna very much--until a chipmunk, running across the road, drove the whole matter from her mind.
The doctor left Pollyanna at her own door, smiled at Nancy, who was sweeping off the front porch, then drove rapidly away.
"I've had a perfectly beautiful ride with the doctor," announced Pollyanna, bounding up the steps.

"He's lovely, Nancy!" "Is he ?" "Yes.

And I told him I should think his business would be the very gladdest one there was." "What!--goin' ter see sick folks--an' folks what ain't sick but thinks they is, which is worse ?" Nancy's face showed open skepticism.
Pollyanna laughed gleefully.
"Yes.

That's 'most what he said, too; but there is a way to be glad, even then.