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In Pendleton woods

           "Hullo,doggiehullo!"Pollyannasnappedherfingersatthedogandlookedexpectantlydownthepath. Shehadseenthedogoncebefore,shewassure. HehadbeenthenwiththeMan,Mr.JohnPendleton. Shewaslookingnow,hopingtoseehim. Forsomeminutesshewatchedeagerly,buthedidnotappear. Thensheturnedherattentiontowardthedog. 

           Thedog,asevenPollyannacouldsee,wasactingstrangely. Hewasstillbarkinggivinglittleshort,sharpyelps,asifofalarm. Hewasrunningbackandforth,too,inthepathahead. Soontheyreachedasidepath,anddownthisthelittledogfairlyflew,onlytocomebackatonce,whiningandbarking. 

           "Ho!Thatisn’tthewayhome,"laughedPollyanna,stillkeepingtothemainpath. 

           Thelittledogseemedfranticnow. Backandforth,backandforth,betweenPollyannaandthesidepathhevibrated,barkingandwhiningpitifully. Everyquiverofhislittlebrownbody,andeveryglancefromhisbeseechingbrowneyeswereeloquentwithappealsoeloquentthatatlastPollyannaunderstood,turned,andfollowedhim. 

           Straightahead,now,thelittledogdashedmadly; anditwasnotlongbeforePollyannacameuponthereasonforitall:amanlyingmotionlessatthefootofasteep,overhangingmassofrockafewyardsfromthesidepath. 

           AtwigcrackedsharplyunderPollyanna’sfoot,andthemanturnedhishead. WithacryofdismayPollyannarantohisside. 

           "Mr.Pendleton! Oh,areyouhurt?" 

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