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Page 57
For a moment the doctor did not answer. When he did speak his
voice was so low Pollyanna could but just hear the words.
"Yes, Pollyanna, I--I thought she did look--just lovely."
"Did you? I'm so glad! I'll tell her," nodded the little girl,
contentedly.
To her surprise the doctor gave a sudden exclamation.
"Never! Pollyanna, I--I'm afraid I shall have to ask you not to
tell her--that."
"Why, Dr. Chilton! Why not? I should think you'd be glad--"
"But she might not be," cut in the doctor.
Pollyanna considered this for a moment.
"That's so--maybe she wouldn't," she sighed. "I remember now;
'twas 'cause she saw you that she ran. And she--she spoke
afterwards about her being seen in that rig."
"I thought as much," declared the doctor, under his breath.
"Still, I don't see why," maintained Pollyanna, "--when she
looked so pretty!"
The doctor said nothing. He did not speak again, indeed, until
they were almost to the great stone house in which John Pendleton
lay with a broken leg.
CHAPTER XVII. "JUST LIKE A BOOK"
John Pendleton greeted Pollyanna to-day with a smile.
"Well, Miss Pollyanna, I'm thinking you must be a very forgiving
little person, else you wouldn't have come to see me again
to-day."
"Why, Mr. Pendleton, I was real glad to come, and I'm sure I
don't see why I shouldn't be, either."
"Oh, well, you know, I was pretty cross with you, I'm afraid,
both the other day when you so kindly brought me the jelly, and
that time when you found me with the broken leg at first. By the
way, too, I don't think I've ever thanked you for that. Now I'm
sure that even you would admit that you were very forgiving to
come and see me, after such ungrateful treatment as that!"
Pollyanna stirred uneasily.
"But I was glad to find you--that is, I don't mean I was glad
your leg was broken, of course," she corrected hurriedly.
John Pendleton smiled.
"I understand. Your tongue does get away with you once in a
while, doesn't it, Miss Pollyanna? I do thank you, however; and I
consider you a very brave little girl to do what you did that
day. I thank you for the jelly, too," he added in a lighter
voice.
"Did you like it?" asked Pollyanna with interest.
"Very much. I suppose--there isn't any more to-day that--that
Aunt Polly DIDN'T send, is there?" he asked with an odd smile.
His visitor looked distressed.
"N-no, sir." She hesitated, then went on with heightened color.
"Please, Mr. Pendleton, I didn't mean to be rude the other day
when I said Aunt Polly did NOT send the jelly."
There was no answer. John Pendleton was not smiling now. He was
looking straight ahead of him with eyes that seemed to be gazing
through and beyond the object before them. After a time he drew a
long sigh and turned to Pollyanna. When he spoke his voice
carried the old nervous fretfulness.
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