"
Pollyanna's eyes grew a bit wild.
"But I don't want to be taken care of--that is, not for long! I
want to get up. You know I go to school. Can't I go to school
to-morrow?"
From the window where Aunt Polly stood now there came a
half-stifled cry.
"To-morrow?" smiled the nurse, brightly.
"Well, I may not let you out quite so soon as that, Miss
Pollyanna. But just swallow these little pills for me, please,
and we'll see what THEY'LL do."
"All right," agreed Pollyanna, somewhat doubtfully; "but I MUST
go to school day after to-morrow--there are examinations then,
you know."
She spoke again, a minute later. She spoke of school, and of the
automobile, and of how her head ached; but very soon her voice
trailed into silence under the blessed influence of the little
white pills she had swallowed.
CHAPTER XXIV. JOHN PENDLETON
Pollyanna did not go to school "to-morrow," nor the "day after
to-morrow." Pollyanna, however, did not realize this, except
momentarily when a brief period of full consciousness sent
insistent questions to her lips.
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