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In Pendleton woods
"Hurt?Oh,no!I’mjusttakingasiestainthesunshine,"snappedthemanirritably. "Seehere,howmuchdoyouknow? Whatcanyoudo? Haveyougotanysense?"
Pollyannacaughtherbreathwithalittlegasp,but—aswasherhabit—sheansweredthequestionsliterally,onebyone.
"Why,Mr.Pendleton,I—Idon’tknowsoverymuch,andIcan’tdoagreatmanythings; butmostoftheLadies’Aiders,exceptMrs.Rawson,saidIhadrealgoodsense. Iheard‘emsaysooneday—theydidn’tknowIheard,though."
Themansmiledgrimly.
"There,there,child,Ibegyourpardon,I’msure; it’sonlythisconfoundedlegofmine. Nowlisten." Hepaused,andwithsomedifficultyreachedhishandintohistrouserspocketandbroughtoutabunchofkeys,singlingoutonebetweenhisthumbandforefinger. "Straightthroughthepaththere,aboutfiveminutes’walk,ismyhouse. Thiskeywilladmityoutothesidedoorundertheporte-cochere. Doyouknowwhataporte-cochereis?"
"Oh,yes,sir. Auntiehasonewithasunparloroverit. That’stheroofIslepton—onlyIdidn’tsleep,youknow. Theyfoundme."
"Eh?Oh!Well,whenyougetintothehouse,gostraightthroughthevestibuleandhalltothedoorattheend. Onthebig,flat-toppeddeskinthemiddleoftheroomyou’llfindatelephone. Doyouknowhowtouseatelephone?"
"Oh,yes,sir! Why,oncewhenAuntPolly—"
