Pollyanna looked distressed.
"N-no, sir: she didn't. She said I must be very sure not to let
you think she did send it. But I--"
"I thought as much," vouchsafed the man, shortly, turning away
his head. And Pollyanna, still more distressed, tiptoed from the
room.
Under the porte-cochere she found the doctor waiting in his gig.
The nurse stood on the steps.
"Well, Miss Pollyanna, may I have the pleasure of seeing you
home?" asked the doctor smilingly. "I started to drive on a few
minutes ago; then it occurred to me that I'd wait for you."
"Thank you, sir. I'm glad you did. I just love to ride," beamed
Pollyanna, as he reached out his hand to help her in.
"Do you?" smiled the doctor, nodding his head in farewell to the
young man on the steps. "Well, as near as I can judge, there are
a good many things you 'love' to do--eh?" he added, as they drove
briskly away.
Pollyanna laughed.
"Why, I don't know. I reckon perhaps there are," she admitted. "I
like to do 'most everything that's LIVING.
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