The
little girl, shifting impatiently from one small foot to the
other, sighed audibly. Then Miss Polly roused herself with a
start.
"Very well, Pollyanna," she said at last, still in that queer
voice, so unlike her own; "you may you may take the jelly to Mr.
Pendleton as your own gift. But understand: I do not send it. Be
very sure that he does not think I do!"
"Yes'm--no'm--thank you, Aunt Polly," exulted Pollyanna, as she
flew through the door.
CHAPTER XV. DR. CHILTON
The great gray pile of masonry looked very different to Pollyanna
when she made her second visit to the house of Mr. John
Pendleton. Windows were open, an elderly woman was hanging out
clothes in the back yard, and the doctor's gig stood under the
porte-cochere.
As before Pollyanna went to the side door. This time she rang the
bell--her fingers were not stiff to-day from a tight clutch on a
bunch of keys.
A familiar-looking small dog bounded up the steps to greet her,
but there was a slight delay before the woman who had been
hanging out the clothes opened the door.
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