|
||||||||
John Pendleton fell limply back in his chair. Why, whats up? demanded the doctor, a minute later, his fingers on his patients galloping pulse. A whimsical smile trembled on John Pendletons lips. Overdose of yourtonic, I guess, he laughed, as he noted the doctors eyes following Pollyannas little figure down the driveway. |
||||||||
|
||||||||
|
||||||||
Copyright: All texts on Bibliomania are © Bibliomania.com Ltd, and may not be reproduced in any form without our written permission. See our FAQ for more details. | ||||||||