"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.
"That's so--maybe she wouldn't," she sighed. "I remember now;
'twas 'cause she saw you that she ran. And she--she spoke
afterwards about her being seen in that rig."
"I thought as much," declared the doctor, under his breath.
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