Now, if you knew--" "Yes, yes; well, there's one thing I know all right, and that is that I'm flat on my back right here this minute, and that I'm liable to stay here--till doomsday, I guess." Pollyanna looked shocked.
"Oh, no! It couldn't be till doomsday, you know, when the angel Gabriel blows his trumpet, unless it should come quicker than we think it will--oh, of course, I know the Bible says it may come quicker than we think, but I don't think it will--that is, of course I believe the Bible; but I mean I don't think it will come as much quicker as it would if it should come now, and--" John Pendleton laughed suddenly--and aloud.

The nurse, coming in at that moment, heard the laugh, and beat a hurried--but a very silent--retreat.
He had the air of a frightened cook who, seeing the danger of a breath of cold air striking a half-done cake, hastily shuts the oven door.
"Aren't you getting a little mixed ?" asked John Pendleton of Pollyanna.
The little girl laughed.
"Maybe.

But what I mean is, that legs don't last--broken ones, you know--like lifelong invalids, same as Mrs.Snow has got.

So yours won't last till doomsday at all.

I should think you could be glad of that." "Oh, I am," retorted the man grimly.
"And you didn't break but one.