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A Red rose and a Lace shawl
"Yes. Ireckonshemeantshedidn’twantmethere. Yousee,shesaid:‘Yes,yes,runalong,runalong—do! Iwishyou’dgonebefore.’"
Thedoctorsmiled—butwithhislipsonly. Hiseyeswereverygrave. Forsometimehesaidnothing; then,alittlehesitatingly,heasked:
"Wasn’tit—yourauntIsawwithyouafewminutesago—inthewindowofthesunparlor?"
Pollyannadrewalongbreath.
"Yes; that’swhat’sthewholetrouble,Isuppose. YouseeI’ddressedherupinaperfectlylovelylaceshawlIfoundup-stairs,andI’dfixedherhairandputonarose,andshelookedsopretty. Didn’tYOUthinkshelookedjustlovely?"
Foramomentthedoctordidnotanswer. WhenhedidspeakhisvoicewassolowPollyannacouldbutjusthearthewords.
"Yes,Pollyanna,I—Ithoughtshedidlook—justlovely."
"Didyou? I’msoglad! I’lltellher,"noddedthelittlegirl,contentedly.
Tohersurprisethedoctorgaveasuddenexclamation.
"Never! Pollyanna,I—I’mafraidIshallhavetoaskyounottotellher—that."
"Why,Dr.Chilton!Whynot? Ishouldthinkyou’dbeglad—"
"Butshemightnotbe,"cutinthedoctor.
Pollyannaconsideredthisforamoment.
"That’sso—maybeshewouldn’t,"shesighed. "Iremembernow; ‘twas‘causeshesawyouthatsheran. Andshe—shespokeafterwardsaboutherbeingseeninthatrig."
"Ithoughtasmuch,"declaredthedoctor,underhisbreath.
"Still,Idon’tseewhy,"maintainedPollyanna,"—whenshelookedsopretty!"
