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Page 56
For one dazed moment Miss Polly looked at her bedecked self, and
at her surroundings; then she gave a low cry and fled to her
room. Pollyanna, following the direction of her aunt's last
dismayed gaze, saw, through the open windows of the sun parlor,
the horse and gig turning into the driveway. She recognized at
once the man who held the reins. Delightedly she leaned forward.
"Dr. Chilton, Dr. Chilton! Did you want to see me? I'm up here."
"Yes," smiled the doctor, a little gravely. "Will you come down,
please?"
In the bedroom Pollyanna found a flushed-faced, angry-eyed woman
plucking at the pins that held a lace shawl in place.
"Pollyanna, how could you?" moaned the woman. "To think of your
rigging me up like this, and then letting me--BE SEEN!"
Pollyanna stopped in dismay.
"But you looked lovely--perfectly lovely, Aunt Polly; and--"
" 'Lovely'!" scorned the woman, flinging the shawl to one side
and attacking her hair with shaking fingers.
"Oh, Aunt Polly, please, please let the hair stay!"
"Stay? Like this? As if I would!" And Miss Polly pulled the
locks so tightly back that the last curl lay stretched dead at
the ends of her fingers.
"O dear! And you did look so pretty," almost sobbed Pollyanna, as
she stumbled through the door.
Down-stairs Pollyanna found the doctor waiting in his gig.
"I've prescribed you for a patient, and he's sent me to get the
prescription filled," announced the doctor. "Will you go?"
"You mean--an errand--to the drug store?" asked Pollyanna, a
little uncertainly. "I used to go some--for the Ladies' Aiders."
The doctor shook his head with a smile.
"Not exactly. It's Mr. John Pendleton. He would like to see you
to-day, if you'll be so good as to come. It's stopped raining, so
I drove down after you. Will you come? I'll call for you and
bring you back before six o'clock."
"I'd love to!" exclaimed Pollyanna. "Let me ask Aunt Polly."
In a few moments she returned, hat in hand, but with rather a
sober face.
"Didn't--your aunt want you to go?" asked the doctor, a little
diffidently, as they drove away.
"Y-yes," sighed Pollyanna. "She--she wanted me to go TOO much,
I'm afraid."
"Wanted you to go TOO MUCH!"
Pollyanna sighed again.
"Yes. I reckon she meant she didn't want me there. You see, she
said: 'Yes, yes, run along, run along--do! I wish you'd gone
before.' "
The doctor smiled--but with his lips only. His eyes were very
grave. For some time he said nothing; then, a little
hesitatingly, he asked:
"Wasn't it--your aunt I saw with you a few minutes ago--in the
window of the sun parlor?"
Pollyanna drew a long breath.
"Yes; that's what's the whole trouble, I suppose. You see I'd
dressed her up in a perfectly lovely lace shawl I found
up-stairs, and I'd fixed her hair and put on a rose, and she
looked so pretty. Didn't YOU think she looked just lovely?"
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