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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. Pend-
leton, and—‘
Miss Polly lifted her head quickly.
‘Pollyanna, he did not think I sent it?’
‘Oh, no, Aunt Polly. I told him you didn’t.’
Miss Polly grew a sudden vivid pink.
‘You TOLD him I didn’t!’
Pollyanna opened wide her eyes at the remonstrative dis-
may in her aunt’s voice.
‘Why, Aunt Polly, you SAID to!’
Aunt Polly sighed.
‘I SAID, Pollyanna, that I did not send it, and for you to
be very sure that he did not think I DID!—which is a very
different matter from TELLING him outright that I did not
send it.’ And she turned vexedly away.
‘Dear me! Well, I don’t see where the difference is,’ sighed
Pollyanna, as she went to hang her hat on the one particu-
lar hook in the house upon which Aunt Polly had said that
it must be hung.

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