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TOO much, I’m afraid.’
‘Wanted you to go TOO MUCH!’
Pollyanna sighed again.
‘Yes. I reckon she meant she didn’t want me there. You
see, she said: ‘Yes, yes, run along, run along—do! I wish
you’d gone before.’ ‘
The doctor smiled—but with his lips only. His eyes were
very grave. For some time he said nothing; then, a little hes-
itatingly, he asked:
‘Wasn’t it—your aunt I saw with you a few minutes ago—
in the window of the sun parlor?
Pollyanna drew a long breath.
‘Yes; that’s what’s the whole trouble, I suppose. You see
I’d dressed her up in a perfectly lovely lace shawl I found
up-stairs, and I’d fixed her hair and put on a rose, and she
looked so pretty. Didn’t YOU think she looked just lovely?’
For a moment the doctor did not answer. When he did
speak his voice was so low Pollyanna could but just hear
the words.
‘Yes, Pollyanna, I—I thought she did look—just lovely.’
‘Did you? I’m so glad! I’ll tell her,’ nodded the little girl,
contentedly.
To her surprise the doctor gave a sudden exclamation.
‘Never! Pollyanna, I—I’m afraid I shall have to ask you
not to tell her—that.’
‘Why, Dr. Chilton! Why not? I should think you’d be
glad—‘
‘But she might not be,’ cut in the doctor.
Pollyanna considered this for a moment.

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