"Will you go?"
"You mean--an errand--to the drug store?" asked Pollyanna, 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 raining, 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 Polly."
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 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
hesitatingly, 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.
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