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In Pendleton woods
"Oh,lotsofways; there—likethat—thewayyouactwiththedog,"sheadded,pointingtothelong,slenderhandthatrestedonthedog’ssleekheadnearhim. "It’sfunnyhowdogsandcatsknowtheinsidesoffolksbetterthanotherfolksdo,isn’tit? Say,I’mgoingtoholdyourhead,"shefinishedabruptly.
Themanwincedseveraltimesandgroanedonce;softlywhilethechangewasbeingmade; butintheendhefoundPollyanna’slapaverywelcomesubstitutefortherockyhollowinwhichhisheadhadlainbefore.
"Well,thatis—better,"hemurmuredfaintly.
Hedidnotspeakagainforsometime. Pollyanna,watchinghisface,wonderedifhewereasleep. Shedidnotthinkhewas. Helookedasifhislipsweretightshuttokeepbackmoansofpain. Pollyannaherselfalmostcriedaloudasshelookedathisgreat,strongbodylyingtheresohelpless. Onehand,withfingerstightlyclenched,layoutflung,motionless. Theother,limplyopen,layonthedog’shead. Thedog,hiswistful,eagereyesonhismaster’sface,wasmotionless,too.
Minutebyminutethetimepassed. Thesundroppedlowerinthewestandtheshadowsgrewdeeperunderthetrees. Pollyannasatsostillshehardlyseemedtobreathe. Abirdalightedfearlesslywithinreachofherhand,andasquirrelwhiskedhisbushytailonatree-branchalmostunderhernose—yetwithhisbrightlittleeyesallthewhileonthemotionlessdog.
Atlastthedogprickeduphiscarsandwhinedsoftly; thenhegaveashort,sharpbark. ThenextmomentPollyannaheardvoices,andverysoontheirownersappearedthreemencarryingastretcherandvariousotherarticles. Thetallestoftheparty—asmooth-shaven,kind-eyedmanwhomPollyannaknewbysightas"Dr.Chilton"—advancedcheerily.
