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Page 65
"Yes, it is, I know. I'll go."
The doctor eyed her with some surprise.
"I'm not sure I shall let you, after all," he declared, his eyes
twinkling. "You seemed more upsetting than soothing yesterday,
young lady."
Pollyanna laughed.
"Oh, it wasn't me, truly--not really, you know; not so much as it
was Aunt Polly."
The doctor turned with a quick start.
"Your--aunt!" he ejaculated.
Pollyanna gave a happy little bounce in her seat.
"Yes. And it's so exciting and lovely, just like a story, you
know. I--I'm going to tell you," she burst out, with sudden
decision. "He said not to mention it; but he wouldn't mind your
knowing, of course. He meant not to mention it to HER."
"HER?"
"Yes; Aunt Polly. And, of course he WOULD want to tell her
himself instead of having me do it--lovers, so!"
"Lovers!" As the doctor said the word, the horse started
violently, as if the hand that held the reins had given them a
sharp jerk.
"Yes," nodded Pollyanna, happily. "That's the story-part, you
see. I didn't know it till Nancy told me. She said Aunt Polly had
a lover years ago, and they quarrelled. She didn't know who it
was at first. But we've found out now. It's Mr. Pendleton, you
know."
The doctor relaxed suddenly, The hand holding the reins fell
limply to his lap.
"Oh! No; I--didn't know," he said quietly.
Pollyanna hurried on--they were nearing the Harrington homestead.
"Yes; and I'm so glad now. It's come out lovely. Mr. Pendleton
asked me to come and live with him, but of course I wouldn't
leave Aunt Polly like that--after she'd been so good to me. Then
he told me all about the woman's hand and heart that he used to
want, and I found out that he wanted it now; and I was so glad!
For of course if he wants to make up the quarrel, everything will
be all right now, and Aunt Polly and I will both go to live
there, or else he'll come to live with us. Of course Aunt Polly
doesn't know yet, and we haven't got everything settled; so I
suppose that is why he wanted to see me this afternoon, sure."
The doctor sat suddenly erect. There was an odd smile on his
lips.
"Yes; I can well imagine that Mr. John Pendleton does--want to
see you, Pollyanna," he nodded, as he pulled his horse to a stop
before the door.
"There's Aunt Polly now in the window," cried Pollyanna; then, a
second later: "Why, no, she isn't--but I thought I saw her!"
"No; she isn't there--now," said the doctor, His lips had
suddenly lost their smile.
Pollyanna found a very nervous John Pendleton waiting for her
that afternoon.
"Pollyanna," he began at once. "I've been trying all night to
puzzle out what you meant by all that, yesterday--about my
wanting your Aunt Polly's hand and heart here all those years.
What did you mean?"
"Why, because you were lovers, you know once; and I was so glad
you still felt that way now."
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