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and—‘
‘ ‘Lovely’!’ scorned the woman, flinging the shawl to one
side and attacking her hair with shaking fingers.
‘Oh, Aunt Polly, please, please let the hair stay!’
‘Stay? Like this? As if I would!’ And Miss Polly pulled the
locks so tightly back that the last curl lay stretched dead at
the ends of her fingers.
‘O dear! And you did look so pretty,’ almost sobbed Pol-
lyanna, as she stumbled through the door.
Down-stairs Pollyanna found the doctor waiting in his
gig.
‘I’ve prescribed you for a patient, and he’s sent me to get
the prescription filled,’ announced the doctor. ‘Will you
go?’
‘You mean—an errand—to the drug store?’ asked Polly-
anna, a little uncertainly. ‘I used to go some—for the Ladies’
Aiders.’
The doctor shook his head with a smile.
‘Not exactly. It’s Mr. John Pendleton. He would like to see
you to-day, if you’ll be so good as to come. It’s stopped rain-
ing, so I drove down after you. Will you come? I’ll call for
you and bring you back before six o’clock.’
‘I’d love to!’ exclaimed Pollyanna. ‘Let me ask Aunt Pol-
ly.’
In a few moments she returned, hat in hand, but with
rather a sober face.
‘Didn’t—your aunt want you to go?’ asked the doctor, a
little diffidently, as they drove away.
‘Y-yes,’ sighed Pollyanna. ‘She—she wanted me to go

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