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the trellis within reach of her hand.
‘Pollyanna, what are you doing? Where are you taking
me to?’ recoiled Aunt Polly, vainly trying to hold herself
back. ‘Pollyanna, I shall not—‘
‘It’s just to the sun parlor—only a minute! I’ll have you
ready now quicker’n no time,’ panted Pollyanna, reaching
for the rose and thrusting it into the soft hair above Miss
Polly’s left ear. ‘There!’ she exulted, untying the knot of the
handkerchief and flinging the bit of linen far from her. ‘Oh,
Aunt Polly, now I reckon you’ll be glad I dressed you up!’
For one dazed moment Miss Polly looked at her be-
decked self, and at her surroundings; then she gave a low
cry and fled to her room. Pollyanna, following the direc-
tion of her aunt’s last dismayed gaze, saw, through the open
windows of the sun parlor, the horse and gig turning into
the driveway. She recognized at once the man who held the
reins. Delightedly she leaned forward.
‘Dr. Chilton, Dr. Chilton! Did you want to see me? I’m
up here.’
‘Yes,’ smiled the doctor, a little gravely. ‘Will you come
down, please?’
In the bedroom Pollyanna found a flushed-faced, angry-
eyed woman plucking at the pins that held a lace shawl in
place.
‘Pollyanna, how could you?’ moaned the woman. ‘To
think of your rigging me up like this, and then letting me—
BE SEEN!’
Pollyanna stopped in dismay.
‘But you looked lovely—perfectly lovely, Aunt Polly;

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