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A Red rose and a Lace shawl
"Pollyanna,whatareyoudoing? Whereareyoutakingmeto?"recoiledAuntPolly,vainlytryingtoholdherselfback. "Pollyanna,Ishallnot—"
"It’sjusttothesunparlor—onlyaminute! I’llhaveyoureadynowquicker’nnotime,"pantedPollyanna,reachingfortheroseandthrustingitintothesofthairaboveMissPolly’sleftear. "There!"sheexulted,untyingtheknotofthehandkerchiefandflingingthebitoflinenfarfromher. "Oh,AuntPolly,nowIreckonyou’llbegladIdressedyouup!"
ForonedazedmomentMissPollylookedatherbedeckedself,andathersurroundings; thenshegavealowcryandfledtoherroom. Pollyanna,followingthedirectionofheraunt’slastdismayedgaze,saw,throughtheopenwindowsofthesunparlor,thehorseandgigturningintothedriveway. Sherecognizedatoncethemanwhoheldthereins. Delightedlysheleanedforward.
"Dr.Chilton,Dr.Chilton! Didyouwanttoseeme? I’muphere."
"Yes,"smiledthedoctor,alittlegravely. "Willyoucomedown,please?"
InthebedroomPollyannafoundaflushed-faced,angry-eyedwomanpluckingatthepinsthatheldalaceshawlinplace.
"Pollyanna,howcouldyou?"moanedthewoman. "Tothinkofyourriggingmeuplikethis,andthenlettingme—BESEEN!"
Pollyannastoppedindismay. "Butyoulookedlovely—perfectlylovely,AuntPolly; and—"
