Which is more surprising

           SundaymorningsPollyannausuallyattendedchurchandSundayschool. SundayafternoonsshefrequentlywentforawalkwithNancy. ShehadplannedoneforthedayafterherSaturdayafternoonvisittoMr.JohnPendleton; butonthewayhomefromSundayschoolDr.Chiltonovertookherinhisgig,andbroughthishorsetoastop. 

           "Supposeyouletmedriveyouhome,Pollyanna,"hesuggested. "Iwanttospeaktoyouaminute. I,wasjustdrivingouttoyourplacetotellyou,"hewenton,asPollyannasettledherselfathisside. "Mr.Pendletonsentaspecialrequestforyoutogotoseehimthisafternoon,SURE. Hesaysit’sveryimportant." 

           Pollyannanoddedhappily. 

           "Yes,itis,Iknow. I’llgo." 

           Thedoctoreyedherwithsomesurprise. 

           "I’mnotsureIshallletyou,afterall,"hedeclared,hiseyestwinkling. "Youseemedmoreupsettingthansoothingyesterday,younglady." 

           Pollyannalaughed. 

           "Oh,itwasn’tme,truly—notreally,youknow; notsomuchasitwasAuntPolly." 

           Thedoctorturnedwithaquickstart. 

           "Your—aunt!"heejaculated. 

           Pollyannagaveahappylittlebounceinherseat. 

           "Yes. Andit’ssoexcitingandlovely,justlikeastory,youknow. I—I’mgoingtotellyou,"sheburstout,withsuddendecision. "Hesaidnottomentionit; buthewouldn’tmindyourknowing,ofcourse. HemeantnottomentionittoHER." 

           "HER?"