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           "‘Lovely’!"scornedthewoman,flingingtheshawltoonesideandattackingherhairwithshakingfingers. 

           "Oh,AuntPolly,please,pleaseletthehairstay!" 

           "Stay? Likethis? AsifIwould!" AndMissPollypulledthelockssotightlybackthatthelastcurllaystretcheddeadattheendsofherfingers. 

           "Odear! Andyoudidlooksopretty,"almostsobbedPollyanna,asshestumbledthroughthedoor. 

           Down-stairsPollyannafoundthedoctorwaitinginhisgig. 

           "I’veprescribedyouforapatient,andhe’ssentmetogettheprescriptionfilled,"announcedthedoctor. "Willyougo?" 

           "Youmean—anerrand—tothedrugstore?"askedPollyanna,alittleuncertainly. "Iusedtogosome—fortheLadies’Aiders." 

           Thedoctorshookhisheadwithasmile. 

           "Notexactly. It’sMr.JohnPendleton. Hewouldliketoseeyouto-day,ifyou’llbesogoodastocome. It’sstoppedraining,soIdrovedownafteryou. Willyoucome? I’llcallforyouandbringyoubackbeforesixo’clock." 

           "I’dloveto!"exclaimedPollyanna. "LetmeaskAuntPolly." 

           Inafewmomentsshereturned,hatinhand,butwithratherasoberface. 

           "Didn’t—yourauntwantyoutogo?"askedthedoctor,alittlediffidently,astheydroveaway. 

           "Y-yes,"sighedPollyanna. "She—shewantedmetogoTOOmuch,I’mafraid." 

           "WantedyoutogoTOOMUCH!" 

           Pollyannasighedagain.