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Yes, nodded Pollyanna. Well, the doctor can be glad because he isnt like other folksthe sick ones, I mean, what he doctors, finished Nancy in triumph. It was Pollyannas turn to frown. Why, y-yes, she admitted. Of course that is one way, but it isnt the way I said; andsomeway, I dont seem to quite like the sound of it. It isnt exactly as if he said he was glad they were sick, butYou do play the game so funny, sometimes Nancy, she sighed, as she went into the house. Pollyanna found her aunt in the sitting room. Who was that manthe one who drove into the yard, Pollyanna? questioned the lady a little sharply. Why, Aunt Polly, that was Dr. Chilton! Dont you know him? Dr. Chilton! What was he doinghere? He drove me home. Oh, and I gave the jelly to Mr. Pendleton, and Miss Polly lifted her head quickly. Pollyanna, he did not think I sent it? Oh, no, Aunt Polly. I told him you didnt. Miss Polly grew a sudden vivid pink. You told him I didnt! Pollyanna opened wide her eyes at the remonstrative dismay in her aunts voice. Why, Aunt Polly, you said to! Aunt Polly sighed. I said, Pollyanna, that I did not send it, and for you to be very sure that he did not think I did!which is a very different matter from telling him outright that I did not send it. And she turned vexedly away. Dear me! Well, I dont see where the difference is, sighed Pollyanna, as she went to hang her hat on the one particular hook in the house upon which Aunt Polly had said that it must be hung. |
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