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CHAPTER XVI. A RED ROSE

AND A LACE SHAWL

t was on a rainy day about a week after Pollyanna’s visit to
IMr. John Pendleton, that Miss Polly was driven by Timo-
thy to an early afternoon committee meeting of the Ladies’
Aid Society. When she returned at three o’clock, her cheeks
were a bright, pretty pink, and her hair, blown by the damp
wind, had fluffed into kinks and curls wherever the loos-
ened pins had given leave.
Pollyanna had never before seen her aunt look like this.
‘Oh—oh—oh! Why, Aunt Polly, you’ve got ‘em, too,’ she
cried rapturously, dancing round and round her aunt, as
that lady entered the sitting room.
‘Got what, you impossible child?’
Pollyanna was still revolving round and round her aunt.
‘And I never knew you had ‘em! Can folks have ‘em when
you don’t know they’ve got ‘em? DO you suppose I could?—
‘fore I get to Heaven, I mean,’ she cried, pulling out with
eager fingers the straight locks above her ears. ‘But then,
they wouldn’t be black, if they did come. You can’t hide the
black part.’
‘Pollyanna, what does all this mean?’ demanded Aunt
Polly, hurriedly removing her hat, and trying to smooth
back her disordered hair.

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